An companion to my 101 Chinese Modern Names sub, but for an ancient setting. This is an etymology centred piece with more extended entries compared to the earlier one which is in list form. Spelling is based on Mandarin unless otherwise indicated (the other variation offered is Cantonese which is easier to pronounce given that it is spelt from the English alphabet, at least the HK version that I’m using, rather than the Chinese pinyin)
A list of 101 Chinese names in Modern day setting (mostly), with meanings provided. All spellings are based on Mandarin (minus inflections). The contents here have been converted into a Chinese Name generator.
Random passages coming from my less than daily attempts at writing exercises. In particular, some of them came about since I had come across what is known as the S+7 game where you replace all the nouns/adjectives/verbs with another word of the corresponding class that is the first one encountered counting 7 or more spaces in a dictionary. Mine this trove of trash or treasure of ideas at your pleasure.
collection of terms used in the Cosmic Era not large enough to warrant their own submissions.
A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Bring out your Names!
Looking for Dwarven proverbs, sayings, euphemisms, quotes, and anecdotes? We are too! Please help the fledgling Dwarven Guild in its infancy stages! Looking to make a list of 101+ with the help of our beardless brethren!
Hell. A place of suffering and torment, a often used and cliche ridden place that every GM has to relate to.
Cramped crawl spaces, virtually all starships have them, and usually most players ignore them. Unless a nasty alien gets loose inside the ship, even many Gms don't give them a second thought..
Here are 30 other issues that could require some crawl space access and provide an interesting sub plot.
30 Orcish Ornamentations of Outlandish Awesomeness and Some Ordinarily Uninteresting Objects Overcome with Ogreish Opulence!
Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.
How does a given species become intelligent? Why does one turn from somewhat smart to actually sentient, and another doesn't? What is the magic formula, if there is one?
This is an editted version of an article I did many years ago covering the basic information about sake.
A Codex for tips about posts in the various categories
Diseases. Incomplete and currently abandoned
Ruminations on the role of Magic and Food.
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
Organs, Offal, and Viscera.
Do not gather and heap up and store for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust and worm consume and destroy, and where thieves break through and steal. Matthew 6:19 KJV
When dealing with nobility and court settings, players can sometimes skip the roleplay aspect and jump straight to behavior such as, "I bow, greet all in the court, and ask the duke for his assistance." While in most scenarios this type of action is sufficient, taking it a step further can enhance gameplay (or maybe even manipulate a plotline).
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.