Within the pages of this ancient and dusty tomb are the blueprints of the mad creations of a powerful Lich.
A miserable little pile of secrets? No, where did you get that idea? Join the scholar Matteus Carter as he unveils the secrets of an ancient dwarven poem.
With many legends and myths attributed to it, the Shield of St. John was wielded by the Prophet and bears the curse of fame for bearing holy magic. However, the only benefit the Shield could bestow upon the wielder is psychological.
There's more to carry than just magical items. These are some of the essential things every character or NPC should carry.
There's nothing like a good, full pipe after a day of slaying.
The Black Death... oh how quaint.
A few plagues to add variety to the lives and deaths of your heroes.
The reasons that mecha are not reliable as weapons of war are manifold, but the world changed more than many people expected and the way wars are fought have changed greatly since the middle of the Petroleum Era.
When a situation calls for more than Soma, but less than Nerve Stapling, there's Lybrium
A thankfully rare mineral that burn's one skin as if the Devil himself had spit on you
Sometimes, you just want to accept that something tastes good without knowing how it was made.
Chrome is the one of the most popular Superbrands in the Cosmic Era
The ultra minimalism mech, for the common consumer
A set of 30 Dwarven Treasures, for finding, or stealing.
All dwarves in the Ven mountains are familiar with this simple game. Though elaborate and colorful game board have been craft, the game is simple enough that you could out line a board in the dirt and play with four handfuls of stones.
Myths and misunderstandings swirl around this mysterious metal
A neural interface and mind recording device
In the Petroleum Era, it was considered more uncommon for a family to not own a personal automobile, and in some areas, aircraft were as numerous as automobiles. In the years that followed transportation demands and needs changed, as did the vehicles that did the work.
Originally designed as a Medevac transport, the Whippoorwill is now iconic of the Atlantic Federation
By the Cosmic era, almost every part of the human body is replaceable, including of all organs, the brain.
A list of 30 more wines, none of which are vinted by humans, elves, or dwarves.
The food that eats you back.
Creatures of nightmare, the thankfully rare Mesnoi have unique form and attributes. Only one Mesnoi at a time will ever be "encountered".
In appearance, a Mesnoi resembles a walnut-sized chunk of freshly-roasted red meat from some uncertain yet familiar, edible animal. The insidious creature camouflages itself quite appropriately whenever it can, by slowly making its way amidst feast tables and trays of roasted meats.
Once eaten by the unsuspecting, the Mesnoi sinks down to the stomach, reforming if chewed, and begins to lap up the gastric fluids, digestive juices, and bile that it craves, like a sponge.
The Mesnoi carrier will experience mild to severe stomach pains during this time.
After a few hours of this (this is the only time that the Mesnoi can be purged with magic, or other mundane means), the Mesnoi transforms into its true form inside its victim, that of a miniature, once more walnut-sized, pot-bellied, devil-horned, snake-tailed imp. This horrid little creature then begins to chew and eat its way out of the victim from the inside out with its tiny, razor-sharp teeth, like a rat forced to do so via torture.
The victim almost always dies a slow, agonizing death. That much is certain. The devilish imp then exits its victim and begins its seventy two hour existence of mischief and malevolence, until it once more turns back into a hunk of roasted meat with the movement capabilities of a snail.