A Celestial Lense is a metallic clearing that focuses the energy of the etherial to the material realm in remote places. These points of concentrated Good and Order create dangers untold in the regions around them.
The skull of the dragon of dark illusions
Pnathic sorcery has existed for ages, crudely used by magi who no idea the true forces they were fumbling with.
A standard book of evil.
The fifth generation of gynoid robots produced for the inhabitants of Technopolis.
An article concerning the nature and role of druids in an RPG enviroment.
30 Druids of the Teufel-GrÃƒÂ¼n Forest
An outcaste goblin with a sadistic streak and a secret talent
None left upon the Mountain, my brothers in arms.
Motto of the Society of the White Azalea
A handsome bed set, obviously expensive and likely both old, and imported.
The earth holds the fool and holds the wise,
endures that good and bad dwell (upon her);
she keeps company with the boar,
gives herself up to the wild hog.
The Atharva Veda
A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.
A sentinel, a defender of humanity, standing against the hosts of the eternal night.
The body is a temporary host for a transcendental creature, though most of these creatures fail to transcend before the death of the host. I shall not fail.
The Unification War was a travesty, an act of naked fascism against frontier worlds so diverse and destitute that their submission was not worth the cost in lives, material, and hostility garnered. We, gentlemen, have created generations of enemies.
L. C. Vallandigham
God forbid that I should go to any Heaven where there are no horses.
- R. B. Cunninghame-Graham
Does that thing ever shut it’s blasted mouth? Why did you give it one to begin with?
"a new (scientific) truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it."
What happens? Are you kidding me?
A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.
Lady Carse of Tekne
A town has a festival every year in the dead of winter. The festival of birds. The towns folk dress in feathery robes and beaked masks and dance and frolic in the belief that the changes of the seasons are controlled by the presence of birds. According to tradition, the festival tricks Spring into coming early because the birds have returned.