The haunting, eerie ‘songs’ of the Thoron.
Tired of giving your players a cache of non-descript diamonds, plain amethysts, and simple sapphires?
We were quite the motley band, even for adventuresome sorts. Yet being in a party can bring even the oddest people close. Let me tell you a story.
We were on the road to Maltrell and had been for a week. Tempers were short. We had been thrown together by various guilds, temples, and noble houses, and few of us wanted to be here. We had not come to know each other at this point, let alone trust each other. I personally was thinking about breaking my contract. Then I saw it.
Sitting on a log by the side of the quick camp we had for a break were our two of our oddest members. Ton was a bald holy man of the Ancient Dragon Temple. His ways were odd and nobody truly understood him. He was the only man who could act like a servant, yet still have an imperious superior than thou attitude. Sitting with him was good old Darren. Darren was his opposite. He was a cat folk, and very city, very Parisian, if you know what I mean. He was a total dandy, with tons of clothes, foppish snobby attitude, and pretenses to nobility, honor, and station beyond his station. Gods know, I miss that cat.
Anyways, the two were sitting together, had been for a bit I guess. They seemed to be hitting it off, smiling and talking. I could not see what those two could have in common, the most austere and the most…umm worldly.. of our party. When I came up to ask, "What was so funny"? They both leaned back and showed me their feet, wiggling their toes, though they were wearing something shoe-ish. When I looked at them perplexed like, they both burst into genuine laughter. Darren made some comment about only they wore the finest footwear. There was some joke that I did not know. It annoyed me at the time, but to be honest… it was that laughter that held us together. It showed that even though we did come from different places and had different positions, we had things in common - even if they be shoes- and could be as one. One by one, we came to know each other and realized that, as a party, we could complete our mission.
The simplest way to tell if someone is a Thaumatech Engineer is often to ask to see his kit bag…
The famous chronicle of Laaman of Dreva, this is a comprehensive history of the wars against the Taxians in the Great Southern Conflict.
Life is like a cheese, it starts off milk, then it curdles, and then it ages and you hope for the best.
Though several copies are known to exist, ultimately this is the title of a singular book. It sits in the office of The Librarian—the Demon that oversees the Library of Citadel. The Concise Compendium of Codices contains a listing of every known book ever printed.
The Sergeant did not have to clear his throat. He could just begin - at full volume - and instantly quiet the room of recruits. "The Remote Gun Platform. You worms would know it as a Tankbot. Is your best friend on the battlefield next to the guy sitting beside you. You will come to love this thing for its functionality, its ability to see the enemy, and for its ability to be blown up instead of you. "
This millennia-old book is one of the most famous books of prophecy in all of the realms, second only to the Book of the Cannon itself, and takes the front seat in the minds of most as the quintessential book foretelling the future.
But all is not as it seems
Klah has become a fantasy/ science fiction trope - a rule or guideline that people follow. However many do not know what it is.
The mainstay of heavy weapon squads of the twenty-seventh century, the PR-13 Plasma Rifle permits a man to become a maestro of destruction.
Space, and indeed, the outdoors in general, usually lack cover stout enough to stand up to heavy lasers and plasma weapons. This man portable unit is one designed solution to the rule.
Sure you loot the area, but what about the creatures’ actual coffins that they were buried in?
Cursed swords that bring bad fortune to whoever wields them. Or are they?
Here is a list of those not-so-attractive treasures that the PC’s might find on their quests.
Because the Mind is a Muscle, too.
Sometimes the simple solutions are best..
There is nothing like them. They shine like a white gold.
PADD is an acronym for Personal Access Display Device, a hand-held computer interface. This is a science fiction "common item", found in a variety of milieus.
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When you sleep, your soul briefly returns to the place where it was created/goes to when it dies, and seeks nourishment. Everybody's soul is created with a little link (or you could say a greater entity calls it back) to that place so that it can return easily, but upon death, the soul returns via that and annihilates the link as if returns.
Also, as an added thingy, you could say the entity supplying the link, or residue of the links themselves, (whichever) is the source of all arcane power.