"Ye thought the orbital penitentiary around Venus was hard ta endure? That place is a vacation spot compared to Davy's Lockdown! If the guard borgs can't find an excuse ta peel the skin off yer bones and the inmates don't use ya for their bettin pool, the pressures o' bein that far beneath the waves will drive ya to the brink, mark my words!"
An underwater prison with a dark past, suitable for any sci-fi, neo-dystopian, or cyber punk setting.
As you are traveling through the forest you stumble accross a poor peasent, who begs you to help his village.
A subterranean prison complex, meant to incarcerate those who need to be removed from society.
A realm of unending darkness, pitch blackness, where even light refuses to shine.
So you want to rub a lamp, do you? Here are many mighty Genies, beings of great magic who might turn out to be your greatest boon or your greatest bane.
They should have spoken up sooner and saved poor Harold from certain embarrassment.
One thing holds consistent across the numerous worlds of science fiction and fantasy: everyone speaks the same language. Whether it's Lojban, English, Common, or the High Tongue of the Autumn Empire; there's one language that everyone knows, unless plot demands otherwise.
Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.
Viva la Musca!
30+ slightly-off or downright demented flies for your campaign.
Not only an interesting species of fungi, but a fashion statement as well!
So, Lord and Lady Brennan definitely must sit together, but not too close to either of the Fletchers. General Schneider will cause a scene if he gets stuck next to one of those "brownnosed royalists," but his wife will be upset if she isn't next to one of the king's confidantes. I think we'll have to do it this way....
A response to Dragonlordmax's Freetext Friday. Specifically, Exotic Mounts.
Thanks to axlerowes for help fleshing out the details and helping me tie it in further with the rest of the setting.
A treacherous door to enter. Take a deep breath, focus your mind, and leap into the ice.
If you had writing as bad as Corran's, you'd look for a way around it too.
I'm different. I have a different constitution, I have a different brain, I have a different heart... Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.
Bucky Batteries: when you need batteries to last a long long long time
A 100 piece of sci-fi minutia
"Sivver is the common name given to crystalline parasites, which interact with the nervous systems of carbon based Chordate life forms."
Definition of the word Sivver provided by the Galactic Scouting Guild's Almanac
“The Sivvers are an alien weapon that turns people into murderous glass sweating zombies.”
Uwell Ofmobile, retired Galactic Scout
"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"
The basics behind the 100 Word Submission
Of all the Kings' Items, this one is rarely spoken of in this day and age. Also known as Kingsbane, this staff has a very dark history indeed.
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.