"He’s dead, Sir Paladin." "... What?" "Hens-bane, my Lord, a false tooth. Not even our best interrogators could get an answer from him now." "Bring the corpse to me. The veil of death will be pierced."
The rebuilt cradle of humanity, Neo-Terra is the world created from the ashes of Old Earth.
The heart of Humanity, the Starkin Federation is the largest faction of Man amongst the stars, the mightiest vehicle of his ambition.
The proper names and descriptions of a sword’s parts.
The Commander of Confederation Special Operations Unit 13, the Star Falcons, Peregrine-0004.7 is an extravagant, yet highly effecient soldier. Time and time again, he has lead the Oraki black-ops teams to success, keening his unnerving war-cry.
The smallest of the Kel’Regar combat vessels, the Parasite-Fighter is an impossibly agile and quick fighter craft, though it lacks the damage output and staying power of more conventional vessels.
Kor’na’Nath is the man who has done what, in ancient times, was considered impossible. He has united the men of the Kel’Regar, to provide a skeleton by which they may survive the world outside Regar.
The high ambassador of the Kel’Regar to the Earthling federation, the unearthly Ku’ar’Riss is a terrifying creature to behold, her desires as dark and alien as her skin.
"Didja see the way way I nailed that, Marty?" "Thunderingly effective!"
Strange plant-creatures from Rosetta II, the Rosahomin are, for a small portion of their lives, roughly humanoid creatures, fully sentient, and capable of interacting with the galaxy.
Mercenary. Hacker. Charm school graduate. Teddy bear collector. Raver. Troll.
This tremendous colony ship is the largest ship of the Kel’Regar, grown and built in stages, birthed within the great ‘dry’ dock of Regar-kel-Osh. Fully organic, this ship is the ultimate expression of the Kel’Regar’s power.
A summary of the tools, weapons, and transports of the Kel’Regar.
The Thoron. The great crystal ones. The Speakers of Lightning. The unstoppable wall. The unmovable force. Many are their names, few are their numbers, even less is the understanding Man has of them.
Twin-aspected aliens, the Kel’Regar are strange creatures, and their alien society, strange technology, and lithe bodies evoking the images of elves in some humans.
Bursting with an incredible, terrible complexity, the Oraki are a powerful breed of mechanoids, once that blurs the line between machine and man from the other direction.
Every soldier knows he may be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. What he doesn’t always know is the depth of the other sacrifices he may be called upon to make.
One of Corleone’s commander has come up with an exquisite trap for the newly forming armies of Ignus. The only problem? He needs bait for the trap, and he’s just hit upon the perfect idea…
“She’s dead, Jim.” “We have the technology, we can rebuild her.” “... Yes. But should we?” “We must, in order to counter his scheming.” “Then we’ll do it.”
Sometimes, gentlemen, you must find yourself a location beyond the reach of the law. I’m sure you understand. Those dreadful precautions, the endless nagging, sometimes it’s simpler to just do what you need to do.
You receive a vision of a rooftop "somewhere close by", where a rare moss grows; in the vision, you know the moss is suitable for greatly enhancing the effects of certain types of potions. Now go and find that rooftop. Don't fall off. (Of course, rooftop runners *will* be taken for miscreants by the local City Watch....)