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.
Just what it says on the tin.
collection of terms used in the Cosmic Era not large enough to warrant their own submissions.
A plume is seen far off in the distance, but what will it turn out to be when it gets closer? Only time will tell.
A short story which uses Memory Moths in a sci-fi setting. Props to Echomirage for the forum post that inspired the symbiotic Proxy Bug.
A guide for other users to better understand my voting criteria and what my votes mean.
A foundation 'Secret' of the Cosmic Era
The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era
In which gender is discussed, mothers are remembered, and sleep is finally found.
The pair enters the wasteland. Goat cheese is eaten. Names are exchanged.
In which a slave is sold to an unpleasant customer.
A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
If the Misshapen have Arfthar, Bura and Xasmir. Then the human have Suhym, Sufyn and Suhyl, the Dragons of Ashantar...
A warrior that never tremble, a warrior that always line forward, a warrior that always spearheading the battle. His bravery is unimaginable... It's Valadaar, the Hand of Ashantar...
Bring out your Names!
A quote from my solo campaign that really got me thinking about how players perceive Npcs.
Does your players treat your precious Npcs like nothing but obstacles, exploits and cannon fodder, whether they are gelatinous cubes or humans?
And if so, what can we do to change it?
Extremely terse summary- I've had my hands full as of late, and I apologize for the lack of explanation.
A stylistic writing challenge
A basic history of the continent of Atheus.
The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep.
At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do.
To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...