Guilt is a powerful force
An incarnation of Laserbeak, and condor/cyborgs for the Cosmic Era
A model of efficiency and effectiveness, also a model of horror in the Cosmic era
Written in support of the Flight of Retribution, a Cosmic Era splatbook
The Vitralara are an artificially created race. Despite accomplishing everything they were intended to do, the Mages of Banqua al'Zed consider the experiment a failure.
The panic inducing robotic shock troopers of the Cosmic Era.
The Tulu are an evil and devious race, demonstrating the canny wickedness of Faustian devils and the perverse pleasures of hentai tentacle pornography.
A hostile race discovered through dimensional boring. The first encounter with the violent and nomadic Tarxan occurred in Neo-Constantinople of the Eurasian Alliance, hence the Turkish/Central Asian rooted name.
Greentails, sirens, mermaids, merfolk, the creature you think of when you hear these names is a Tangaroa.
Those sissy boys in the army, they gotta have their 'bots and guns, shiny vehicles and iron suits. Me, I don't need none of that. I've got everything I need on me.
Cagle, Claremont Class Biomod Mercenary
100 word submission. Rumors of the lands sounds of Abodroc
It is easy to assign Autobot and Decepticon like race or nationality, when it is much more a matter of political pursuasion.
Ingo Takamoto was first a foremost a dog lover, but was also a brilliant geneticist
Clarification and details on the tiers of machine intelligence
Everyone had the nerve to look surprised when the androids starting forming their own society, and started telling humans to stick it, including calling them 'false men'.
The land of Airithrin is a horrible place, a land of reeking fumes and geysers of flame, lakes of lava and the strange life forms that emerge when elementals breed with mundane creatures
Most folk would call an argillomatus a clay golem. They would be wrong.
AHHHH!!! It's the Moon Hunter!!! Run Away!!!
Not all of the mermaids and sea sirens are half fish, there are other things that live in the sea
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...