It is the height of the Victorian Age. London is the shining jewel in the most expansive empire the world has known. It is a good time to be a British citizen. The only problem is, you're a mouse.
Space travel is achieved by exposing Aerstones to mana while ancient threats awaken throughout the galaxy.
Starting at the end, part of a seven section submission series.
There's money to be made ripping the past out of the ground and turning it back into usable reclaimed materials. It just takes the right equipment and the wrong people.
Aircraft vanished from the skies, and it changed the way war would be fought for over three centuries.
I have attempted several articles about the mecha of the Cosmic Era, and all of them have either died in development hell or were simply deleted. This, I hope, will be the one that I see through to the finish.
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
A very brief set of guidelines for writing material in or for the Cosmic Era setting
Article 34 of the Tycho Conventions details the legality of (mega)corporation and state cooperation. Often known as the Seperation of Corp and State law, Article 34 is one of the most frequently violated and trampled sections of the treaty organization.
A Scrasamax rebuild/rewrite incorporating elements of Vampire the Masquerade, Requiem, and some stuff that I made up or borrowed from popular Vampire culture. Without background knowledge of the Vampire game or system, most of this might not make much if any sense.
Base of operations for the expanding revisioning of Cthulutech, and codex for relevant submissions
The beginning of the 21st century was marked by the leading world powers staking their claims to strategic resources. Foremost of the resources was petroleum. Each nation stated that it was willing to go to war to secure these vital resources. This was not an empty claim.
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.