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.
A forest of perpetual Autumn
The forgotten realm
A villain’s lair is more than just a safehouse or stronghold, it can be as much a part of their persona as any powers, henchmen or nefarious plans
A random generator to create variable merchants shops, stores, and stalls.
Inspired some years ago for a Kult/CoC Halloween game
A salvage and scrap yard of the UFP
A world of drifting sky islands and air ships
The Obtort Ward is all that remains of what was once an ancient battlefield that was afterwards converted into a mass grave.
101 plug and play communities in 10 sub-categories
Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak
Vernissage, apprentice bard.
A slightly atypical stinking swamp festering with goblins
A fairly average world that happens to be the headquarter site of the Earth Alliance Space Probe Agency (EASPA)
A seemingly average industrial world that is the source of 1 out of every 4 guns in current use.
Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito
Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic
Beringia, the sinking kingdom.
Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.
Red Dogs? his shop isnt on the market, you’ll have to wind over behind it, on one of the back streets. Wont be hard to find though, just look for the metal dogs and you’ve found him.
Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.
A society in which people believe that the hundreds of stars that dot the sky are the dreams of the sleeping. When the sun goes down, and the people of the world rest, the dreams begin to seed the sky, disappearing in the morning as the populace awakes once more. It could be just a folk tale, or it could be real...