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
The Patron Saint of Beverages, Hang-Overs, Regrets
A rare sight, but one dreaded by the foes of dwarvendom.
Egads! Don’t you humans understand how freaking repulsive you look? I’m getting sick to my stomachs right now… urp…
Nempori Diplomat Ocan
War is the biggest business of the future.
The frozen wastes stretch for miles around. Something waddles through the snow. It's a penguin: An emperor penguin. It waddles slowly, meandering toward the sea. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all." "What is it?" I ask, breathlessly. "It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Yahoo Tundra, and that penguin's about to kick its butt..." (Sorry, Epi! I couldn't resist!)