Why is psuedo-Medieval Tolkien-esque fantasy the heart of the fantasy RPG genre?
Azaughos was a beautiful city once, a jewel nestled in the mountains. It was a city that was built on an idea, and built with wealth, and great royal pride.
The city guard used to be crooked as a frendleback tree, then the society popped up. I miss the good old days when you could bribe a grunt to look the other way. It's hard and dangerous to be in the black arts now.
Nyp, Thieve's Guild
A Scrasamax rebuild/rewrite incorporating elements of Vampire the Masquerade, Requiem, and some stuff that I made up or borrowed from popular Vampire culture. Without background knowledge of the Vampire game or system, most of this might not make much if any sense.
An unfortunate man and his canine companion
A favored son of the Prussian nobility, and a Knight Errant of the Restored Order of the Temple
A gathering place for basic info on the societies, secret and otherwise used and referenced in the Chronicle of Tsuria
The eldest of six sisters and the heir apparent of the Argyle-Blakes, and an investigator for the Royal Theosophical Society
Immortality can be had, but for a cost. Some are willing to pay this price, some are willing to make others pay the price. So long as there is gold in my hand I care not.
Madness lingers there, in the broken corners of his mind.
The fleet's answer to MADDS
Base of operations for the expanding revisioning of Cthulutech, and codex for relevant submissions
A cornerstone of modern biotechnology, and something that remains in the upper echelons of secrecy.
Illusion is the disguise of emptiness
She left me, I couldn't deal with it. I sat there with the barrel of the gun in my mouth for a long time before I pulled the trigger.
(Graphic Warning: Not for delicate eyes)
"Whosoever shall brew ale in the town with intention of selling it must hang out a sign, otherwise he shall forfeit his ale."
King Richard II, 1393
A collection of space habitats, space stations, space colonies, and anything else artificial that serves as a home to humans in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
My father is slain. His house is broken. His sword is shattered, and his axe has been rent apart. But his blood lives on.
I once sought vengeance, I have since been consumed by vengeance and that is that is left of who I was
It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster
Skillet ~ Monster
Could come across a band of refugees. Could have been thrown out of their town by a tyrant taking of their land, bought out by somebody unexpectedly, fleeing a battle they know is coming their way. Could be proof of what they are searching for, hints and tips of what is to come, or just to broaden the reality of the world.