Things are not what they appear in the Cognitive Network
The Electric Coil Rifle, a staple of magnetic weaponry, and a standard by which such weapons are measured.
First Impression: a weedy military man
30 power armors, hardsuits, and avatars from the Cosmic Era.
There are three types of powered armor: Hardsuits, Power Armor, and Avatars
A marine version of the construction hardsuit. Excerpted from the Abridged 30 Power Armors sub
Extracted from the 30 Powers Armors submission, caught in development hell
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.
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...