Also known as Chromatics, polychromes, rainbow people, or smurfs
Sometimes you just can't keep a good man down
The amazon brigade successfully rescued that bachsel in distress
Programs, HoloFeeds, and S3 Sims from the Cosmic Era
The hyperborean realm of the Eternal Flame
Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass
100 word submission, rumors from the Burning Lands, south of Abodroc
100 word submission. Rumors of the lands sounds of Abodroc
Based off of the Rubik's Cube, the Emote Cube is a banned piece of arcanotechnology
The UCC is a medium sized corporation that is slowly but surely growing to become a global powerhouse. It is deeply invested in legal, paramilitary, and criminal activities, and is composed entirely of clones.
The ki-yah and woooooOOOOOoooooo
I have a group of characters I have started using in my home game, and thought I would share some of them with the Citadel
A short fiction
The Sperry-Colt 7.5 cm automatic rifle, standard weapon of battlemechs for the Atlantic Federation
One of the events regularly overlooked in the history of the Cosmic Era is the Population Contraction that was concurrent with the Second Dark Age.
Everyone's got a story, and I'm tired of hearing them!
There are gangs, there are biker gangs, there are terrorist organizations, and then there are the Sons of Scorpions
You need a job, you need to find someone or something, or you need to lay low or need to sell something, you need a good fixer.
The air had grown chill the minute they descended into the strange valley, which was unmarked on any of their maps. It was so strange here, devoid of animal life and completely silent. The horses were nervous the entire journey through the vale. As they set about to collect firewood for the campfire they could hear their own voices as dim echoes through the eerie silence.
The food didn't taste anything that evening and their sleep was cold and troubled by nightmares. While they are clearing camp the next morning, one of them stumbles over a piece of stone jutting out of the ground nearby the horses. On closer inspection there seems to be runes engraved into the polished surface. The symbols true meaning is no more known among mere mortals and if they decide to dig deeper, they will discover that it is an ancient altar buried within the soil.
Any historically oriented party member will recognize the largest symbol to be the insignia of the powerful warlock who ruled this realm several centuries ago. At their departure from the area, something will seem amiss with one of the party members and all will remember the stories of the warlock's thousand curses.