Now was to be the Third such invasion, and who knows who would be writing the records….
A fine chessboard indeed, but do not dwell overlong on your moves…
Kingdoms tied by the bonds of blood and war
The SSL-30 is considered a weapon of last resort. It was built to provide some defence, at any cost, against orbital units including starships and satellites.
A quiet little world, threatened by a war that had never touched it.
A useful magical metal with a dynamic nature.
Given the difference between fantasy and sci fie subs, I am proposing a voluntary Rating system
The initial use of Nanofoam Ordinance on large scale was clearly credited to the Army of Redemption, the militaristic offshoot of the Salvation Army. Though unafraid of using military force to address wrongdoing in the colonies, the AIR is always looking for less-lethal weapons.
Not all magic is focused on war or power. Some magic is used to ease some of the hazards of normal life. The school of Midwifery is one such school.
The Zoimorph School of Magic is a school of magic specialized in altering and creating variants of life, sometimes referred to as Arcanaeugenics.
The Tsgara, commonly known by non-Rephatians as ‘Shark-Warriors’ carry that name for both skill in battle, and their appearance. They are the dominate member of the Warrior caste in the Tshaal and Tynarma Nations of Rephatia.
A people of systematic inhumanity - beyond bloodthirsty.
Lost Technology of the Giants of Stoneholt
The city of Stoneholt is generally considered one of the Wonders of the World, but it conceals a second wonder - a labyrinth of massive sewers and storm drains greater then anything man has built.
The Spires of Stoneholt are tremendous needle-like structures visible for many miles before the rest of the city.
Tales of the Phantom Ship
From Top to keel ablaze
It sails the wide northumbrian strait
No-one knows her name.
Tales of the Phantom Ship
It’s a ship afire they cry
Hard against the wind it sails
No-one can say why
Lennie Gallant (Breakwater, 1988)
30 Mostly Maddening Merchants
Standing at the prow of the ship, Ashala rejoiced at the strong winds catching her midnight-black hair - flapping it like a pennant. The dark clouds ahead would have filled other seafarers with dread. Not Ashala. The dark clouds and wicked winds were an invitation, a challenge.
"Steady as she goes!" she shouted over her shoulder to the shipmaster, "To the Eye!"
In an age of sail, one of the most important of resources is a source of tall, straight and strong trees for use as masts. Mastwood island is one such location.
An assortment of magical, dangerous plants, derived from natural plants and steeped in odd magics.
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.