Power armor suits manufactured for the Atlantic Federation by the Union Aerospace megacorp.
The city of pigs
The fictitous state that I have been developing for my CoC/Vampire cross-over home game.
The Odaneimo Mountains aren't exactly the sort the bards talk about, they dont tear at the sky or trip the gods. They are still tall enough that you just can't go hiking over them. There are just two passes through them, Oshen Pass down in the south, and Zoran pass, in the north. It would be worth a pretty penny if someone could find a middle pass through.
Diad, Teamsters Guild-boss
Strange creatures, half dreamed half imagined, figments of delerium, wisps of insanity.
The Fleabirds are a group of people indigenous to North America who have rejected the collectivism and sedentary lifestyle inherent in the Cosmic Era. Rather than living in the gleaming arcologies, steaming geofronts, or the great heaps of the urban rims and favelas. Rather, they live in caravans that travel the countryside of the continent.
the three pillars of robots
The plague of the Petroleum Era, the true bane of organized government
In the Cosmic Era, the proliferation of arcanotech, cyborgs, robots, parapsychic threats, black market weapons, new illegal drugs constantly hitting the market, all backed up by large organized criminal syndicates, the average police officer doesn't stand a chance.
The first Renaissance was kickstarted by the Crusades and trade, the second Renaissance was fueled by a looming global crisis and international cooperation
An elfin warrior from a fallen house.
Also known as Moon the Loon, Goon Beard, and Who?
The PCC is the second largest religion in the Atlantic Federation.
Crafted from the leg bone of the slain wyrm Ashirkelenge, this rod has tremendous magical power in the right hands.
Also known as automatics, dummies, skinnies, and mannikins.
Quite simply, the most sophisticated and pound for pound most dangerous vehicle in the skies of the Cosmic Era
Genimals are the stock and trade of BioCreches and one of the foundation technologies of the biosphere repair effort
Do me a favor, stay dead this time.
One of the side effects of the rampant cloning and genetic augmentation in the Cosmic Era is the slow emergence of genetic castes.
The walking siege engines of the Cosmic Era
By late afternoon, the sky starts to cloud over. The sun shines behind the fluffy clouds, gilding the edges and showing a Jacob's-ladder of rays streaming through the gaps...very pretty. Gradually the clouds shift into a new configuration: you realize with awe-struck, preternatural clarity that the clouds form a map of a coast-line that you know against the blue sky as ocean: surely it's a Sign! Suddenly, the golden beams coalesce into one long ray that strikes across the blue. A star-like gleam flashes under the ray: perhaps it is an island? But the charts show no island there...who would want to hide an island? Who could do it?