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.
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
Just off the road a man lies dead, pierced through the heart from behind by an expertly thrown and ornate dagger which remains in the body. A long strip of cloth torn from the man's shirt has been tied around his neck; on the tag end an unknown hand has written a cryptic inscription: "For Djaygo."
When you get to the next town, everyone is talking about a mercenary woman found slain in exactly the same fashion in her room at the inn where she was staying.