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.
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
As the PCs travel the road, right after a bend they hear a sharp whistle and call: "Heeey, not so lazy, move your asses!" It is a large man that calls, and there are unwilling workers that listen. A small company, 10-15 men work on the road, push boulders aside, dig up roots from under the road, etc. The large man that shouted turns to you, smiles fast and mutters something under his breath, sounds like cursing some lazy worker. "Where does the road bring you from, travellers?" And does a little small-talk.
And what is really happening? A group of bandits is 'adapting' the road for shady purposes. The road will not be wider, but tighter, with enough cover around (and a few traps perhaps), and will become an ideal spot for ambushing travellers or entire caravans. The bandit leader wants them all to appear harmless. The 'lazy worker' he cursed was actually a guard that should give warning before any travellers come around (fallen asleep). Not surprisingly, the boss may decide for an ambush even now.