These groups were originally for use with the Project Underworld PBP game, to which I contributed the minor covens.
The living airships of Locastus, City of Mirrors
The crystal dragons of Sogth VII are strange and sinuous beasts, be they stalking across the land on their four legs, and swimming through the ammonia seas.
While magic if full of odd associations, some are quite "pun-ish". By accident or on purpose, slips of the tongue are there.
Naval ranking of crew and officers.
"How did you lose your arm?"
"Well you see, I fought this one bloke with a bizarre sword…"
A rare and diseased jewel, a canker fallen from the heavens
Not named for an resident beast, but for the multitude of winding, mazelike passages fraught with danger.
The Lairdlands of today are a peaceful seaming region of dairies, sprawling farmlands, and pastures of horses and cattle in the sunlight.
‘The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.’
Princess Leia, Star Wars - 1977
Laser Pistol: "Sears $49.99"
Moonhunter ~ commenting on guns versus swords
From the outlook of my new and inexpensive flat, I could see her. She was kneeling in the graveyard across the cobblestoned way in front of a fresh grave. She was in dark mourning gear, complete with those large black hats that were the fashion. A lost lamb I supposed, recently wed, recently widowed, crying for the loss of a loved one. She had been there two days that I noticed, as well as their nights. She never seemed to move, so locked she was in her grief. As I drank a lonely nightcap, I caught the glimpse that changed me. In the pale moon light, I saw the grave buckle. In a foul corruption of Athenean birth, some spawn sprang forth. Not taking my eyes off the horrid scene, I reached over to the weapon I had been cleaning. Before I could grasp it fully, the petite young widow of my imagination cleared a saber concealed under her over cape and removed its loathsome head. After checking her kill, she looked up at me; backlit I assumed by the lamp in the room. She was not just a simple widow, she was Mourner. I held up my glass in a true salute from one professional to another. At that point I knew two new things: That the Unnatural truly had become more active as I had been hearing in the back alleys and I needed to move far from that graveyard.
It’s a crappy Mk.9 Sunbeam pistol, I’ll give you 200 credits for it.
Sgt. Dietzman, retired ordinance officer and gun dealer
Capital city of the Coalition.
The Coalition - An evil realm of goblyns, bandits, ogres and others loosely united under one banner.
"I can acquire the item you seek, for a price… No I assure you the presence of dark tainted evils will in no way impede my ability to recover this artifact for you, now let’s discuss the details…"
(A character for the Warhammer Fantasy rpg setting, but can be easily adapted to any fantasy setting.)
Of all the threats space travelers may face, few are as difficult to predict as Gamma Goblins.
Give me your greenskins, your mobz, and your grunts
Lops Adventurer’s Pack is a useful pack for every traveler in harm’s way
In a universe always in need of habitable planets, Partas II had a good location, good resources, and the people about it had a "need". It just had one problem. It wasn’t generally habitable. A century ago, the Great Project was undertaken. A century from now, it will be complete. People will stand unaided upon its surface.
As long as nothing goes wrong.
A culture has it forbidden to say their rulers name under penalty of death. Anybody in power must be referred to as their title. Comes from the fact that the rule or position can be taken over by anybody from any level in society. To use the title elevates them or brings them down from whatever level they were originally at before they took the position. Respect and authority comes from the position, not from previous life.