The term is archaic, calling upon the ancient language of the magi, and those versed in the eldritch arts. In the more vulgar argot, terms such as scrying room and equally mundane names are bandied about. The fact that such limited terms are used to describe the proper mystic's psychomanteum demonstrates how little they actually know about what occurs within.
Keep your helmet on, there are sparrow oaks in this forest.
The hardest part about dealing with a ratwood tree is by the time you find it, there are dozens more you haven't found yet.
Guilt is a powerful force
'I can't go back to yesterday, I was a different person then' ~ Mad Alice
7 things that make a work of fiction Lovecraftian, even if it doesn't deal at all with the established Mythos
Where the clowns dwell, even angels fear to tread
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Technology in the Cosmic Era can become corrupted and infested. When this happens to a mecha, the result in codenamed a Hekatonkheire.
An incarnation of Laserbeak, and condor/cyborgs for the Cosmic Era
When arcanotech fails, it fails spectacularly
Just as the Dimensional Engine supplanted the fission reactor, the DTR will eventually replace the D-Engine. Once they iron out the little bugs.
There's money to be made ripping the past out of the ground and turning it back into usable reclaimed materials. It just takes the right equipment and the wrong people.
Hailing from a long line of brewers, Stout has given up the life of the beer-maker for the life of the Adventurer-Upon-Return
A model of efficiency and effectiveness, also a model of horror in the Cosmic era
Aircraft vanished from the skies, and it changed the way war would be fought for over three centuries.
Written in support of the Flight of Retribution, a Cosmic Era splatbook
A close quarters combat weapon, and one of the more vicious ways to ruin someone's day
Those of the bare chin, the clan of the wolverine, they who walked away from the mountain.
Incarceration in the Cosmic Era, adjustable for futuristic and dystopian settings
A large vertical cave has a constant, strong wind blowing out of it from the bowels of the earth. If one was to jump into the currents they would have a controlled ascent on the winds till they reached a height where their weight and the winds force reached equilibrium. Impossible to climb down naturally. What is it? Natural winds from the earth or a complex magical protection for an underground lair?