At the height of the Imbrian Culture, they colonized almost the entire Solar System, and Lunaformed many of the planets.
26/30 Sample Dead Zones to flesh out the wastelands of the Cosmic Era.
Dead Zones are the cancerous pock marked ruins of the Petroleum Era, cities and urban sprawls long abandoned, quarantined or simply lost.
A hoary old tower that serves as the lair of a necromancer, but not is all as it seems.
Dominated by Chinese colonists, most people refer to the red planet as Huo Hsing, rather than Mars.
Habitats and stations that float
A cul-de-sac in arcanotechnology, the Singularity Plant is a power station that is more dangerous than it is valuable.
Governments and mega-corporations have found a way to cheat the the system, the Dream Tanks are their most valuable assets.
One of the most common and well recognized SimSense parlors of the Cosmic Era
A city of immense wealth, stark poverty, violent crime, and cyclopean architecture
drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game
The octahedral space stations designed and built by the Atlantic Federation
Things are not what they appear in the Cognitive Network
The city of pigs
The fictitous state that I have been developing for my CoC/Vampire cross-over home game.
An Amazon nation in the Cosmic Era
The term is archaic, calling upon the ancient language of the magi, and those versed in the eldritch arts. In the more vulgar argot, terms such as scrying room and equally mundane names are bandied about. The fact that such limited terms are used to describe the proper mystic's psychomanteum demonstrates how little they actually know about what occurs within.
Incarceration in the Cosmic Era, adjustable for futuristic and dystopian settings
The home base of the mighty mech
The California of the Cosmic Era, Turkey
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.