Home of the Krylastys. Visitors allowed in the neutral zone only.
This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something…
"...a process of planetary engineering, specifically directed at enhancing the capacity of an extra-terrestrial planetary environment to support life. The ultimate in terraforming would be to create an uncontained planetary biosphere emulating all the functions of the biosphere of the Earth, one that would be fully habitable for human beings."
"So you have burned down the village?"
"Speak no more! I see the guilt in your eyes. Prepare for your punishment!"
So what is the difference between worlds and planets?
The product of anti-sound research, the Silence Field or "Silencer", became arguably one of the symbols of 21st century.
Was the treasure horde too large? Or the employer too generous? Ohhh, there are so many ways of depriving heroes of their more or less deserved wealth.
The lowly Undead cannot be a true replacement for a living well-motivated workforce. But Undead do not tire, they do not have moods (well none worth marking), they do not require pay or lunchbreaks, and can work 24/7, if properly controled. So until activists start to fight for Undead rights, they are an interesting option.
"What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…"
The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.
When want and famine stalk the land, a strange tower of ashes appears in the village common, a tower holding the sacrifices of the unworthy. Those who have the courage may reclaim these treasures…
It is a small, lively town like so many others. Do you wonder who are the movers and shakers here?
“I… I only wished to help. But… I had nothing to give… save me… and this… unclean thing took advantage of it. And now I have given birth to another of the creatures. I cannot take care of it. My family would… I just can’t.
May gods have mercy with it.”
The peasant girl puts the little bundle to the convent’s door, rings the bell, and flees.
To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.
”...but bad news sells much better than good news. And no one can deliver the bad news as we can, senator.”
There is trouble in the mines, claims your employer. And you are just the people to solve it.
Masters of the sea, men of courage and honor, these you will find here and none other.
Behind the plains, beyond the mountains, and far after many leagus of the sea, is a place like you wouldn’t believe… (STUB)
Some places are too dangerous to enter, even approaching them can mean adventure. What is forbidden is forbidden for a reason.
The fine scent of sea, and the less fine smell of the fish… isn’t there something else smelling, too?
There are no scrolls in this world, but there are crystals of various sizes, colors and qualities. Every spell has a requirement on the amount and characteristics of crystals that must be held in order for the spell to be cast, crystals which would shatter should the cast be successful. Now picture a land where crystals are scarce except for high concentrations of them in specific spots throughout the land. A number of scenarios could occur, such as benign companies selling the mined valuable for cheap, a region in constant magic-intense war zone, an area of crystals in the quicksand, or an undiscovered patch next to a town...