This is an editted version of an article I did many years ago covering the basic information about sake.
It is easy to forget in our fast paced globally connected world what the reality of village life would have been like.
Tips on posting and writing in general
tips on posting Systems (part of the Codex Posting Advice)
tips on posting Locations (part of the Codex Posting Advice)
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.
The races of Kuramen are a strange lot, descending down a long lineage from the First Race; prone to dramatic evolutions and born to a world divided, each does the best it can to survive.
Organs, Offal, and Viscera.
Some guidelines on making workable martial art styles within a game.
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
Potions and other alchemical concoctions are often no more than funny-colored water in a bottle; what of the strange and unusual components used to craft these marvelous items?
In pretty much every single sci-fi there is one thing common for all the seemingly different faster-than-light drives.
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).
Sometimes is the true face of a thing forgotten, when you live in comfort, and are not forced to coexist with it.
A collection of healing Herbs.
The landscape is a product of nature’s own processes and humanoid activities troughout centuries or millenia.
How can we capture this in our stories, and deliver vivid and semi authentic descriptions?
Nooo!!! Don’t… touch that….
He's a non-descript man, with his pushcart. On it he sells nothing more exotic than jars of sun-dried tomatoes in oil and pickled vegetables. But he's always out there, in the courtyard of the great Guild of Wizards, in most weathers, and he'll have a kind word for you, and a jar.