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.
For barrel that explode when you shoot them, there’s only one name you can count on, that’s ACME.
Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree
Common Falk Saying, the Midlands
Mercenaries and bounty hunters? We don’t need the help of scum like that.
A brief list of warship types and their identification
The largest warship of the Terran Hegemony capable of landing on Earth and launching again into orbit.
...and why they should be avoided like the plague.
30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard’s shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.
Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins
Behold, for I am the form of Destruction
Inscription on the Virednith
The Black Bard of Nihilism
Thus do the spirits of the six elements take form beyond the norm of elementals of genre fantasy.
I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer
Known as the Witch-Queen of Togaille, the White Lady, and the Liche Elfbane.
Revenge, but at what cost?
This stuff will make you a sexual Red-Frilled Blood Dragon.
Jesk, Orcish gladiator
If you wake up in a field of green grass, looking at a woman of flesh and steel. Be glad, you are dead. If you wake up covered in blood and shit, be gladder still. For you are alive and your time is not yet come!
Cowardly maggots! Bow your thrice cursed heads and thank the goddess that you still draw unworthy breath!
The great cone of steam, fire and ice.
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.