The power of the mind and of magic defies your pathetic attempts to understand them, submit and you will be spared
Produced by Indarista-Yaril, the Id.Y-11 Heavy tank, often called the Intimidator or the Irradiator, is one of the most feared vehicles on a battlefield
She was our first warship. By god we weren’t going to roll over and show those damned arrogant space bastards our bellies.
Arthur Eastmorland, retired Welder
Diseases. Incomplete and currently abandoned
The see the land dragons of Tevesage is to see the sharks of the land.
Orn himself was a past peasant hero and champion, in a largely rural and agricultural area, who dared to stand up to a conquering force, and inspire his fellows to do the same.
Half salad, half meat, I dont know what to make of these things, but without them our expedition would not have made it past the first oasis
Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith
Many begin to path to master the seven-fold flame, but with one exception, no one has ever mastered all seven faces of fire.
She rose from the waters and cast her eyes across us. I dropped my spear, and the man who was moments before intent on my death did the same, letting his sword and shield fall to the sand at our feet. Let it not be said that the gods do not care for the deeds of men, nay they do care. And in our bloody case, they dissapproved.
A brutal type of footwear.
18.) The Returning Veterans: These warriors are on their way back from a grim, hard fought war. Fatigue and weariness, despair and anguish are written on their features. Their honor drives them to complete one last mission, but they sense that they may never survive it.
Wulfhere, 30 Stalwart Bands
The greatest book ever written! HA-HA!
A theocratic sect that venerates the worship of women as divine
Fire is the purifier, let it cleanse the taint from the flesh of the mutant
Prelate Deacon Delhomme
No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.
topled down glory, and trod upon by time. Doth thy hollowed splender diminish? Nay, for Palisander, you grew bright in the imagination, always out of reach.
Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.
The Circle of Pharisrak has existed for centuries, it’s assassins are considered to be untouchable. Not one has every been seen, let alone sent to justice.
The primary weapon of the Fulminator mk. I
The Waresian Armoire dates back to the height of the kingdom of Waresia, a period known for it’s love of baroque and the macabre
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?