The Regal Tombs of Orbis were the place where the richest of the rich were buried, and Bert was sure that if he could break in to a recent two-month old burial he would be wealthy for at least the rest of the year. Since tomb-robbing could get somebody the gibbet, he had gone alone, and now he cursed as he fought hand to hand with the bulbous, distended, decomposing corpse that had leapt up when he tried to steal the grave goods and now beat and clawed at him and swiped at him with a rapier. Every wound it inflicted on his body, he got a little weaker and to his horror, it grew a little stronger and a little less rotten. Not long afterwards, a seemingly living man left the tomb, leaving the body of a grave robber behind. A body that would soon rise...and walk...
Originally test bed versions of automata, pribnow dummies are popular in the public sector and for personal interaction.
A vulgar name for a very minor creature, granted, yet the whore-spider doesn't seem to mind its appellation.
Expies are cheaply made autons with artificial brains.
Imperfect simulacra, ever attempting to improve themselves, to make themselves better
The spell Animate Dead has existed for a very long time, with many variations. The spell Cadaverous Companion is another such variation, but it is tailored to the animation of companion animals, rather than human corpses
You can't miss it, it's eight feet tall, glows in the dark and breathes ghost flames. Even if you're blind it utters blasphemies and damnations, a black poetry of the underworld. If you're deaf and blind you can feel the cold in the air when they turn up.
Say hello to our large robot friends. You will find them kind, generous, compassionate, and friendly. They are strong enough to lift several tons with one arm, but gentle enough to pick up an infant. Unharmed.
~ Salazar Vector
The only true god of the Stolen World.
Sometimes names can be deceptive
It's always the creepy little kids
The dark side of the ubiquitous skeletron, corrupted from within by it's own basic technology.
One of the rising interests in the Cosmic Era is the realm of robotic sports.
the three pillars of robots
In the Cosmic Era, the proliferation of arcanotech, cyborgs, robots, parapsychic threats, black market weapons, new illegal drugs constantly hitting the market, all backed up by large organized criminal syndicates, the average police officer doesn't stand a chance.
They came upon us suddenly, no sound preceding them until the splashing of their feet drew our eyes towards them. The wolf-things neither howled or snarled as they tore into our ranks.
Also known as 'jeks, wo-pos and a variety of other derogatory terms
Guilt is a powerful force
The Vitralara are an artificially created race. Despite accomplishing everything they were intended to do, the Mages of Banqua al'Zed consider the experiment a failure.
Also called the Flowers of Childhood, they look like they were taken straight from a fairytale. But they have a darker side.
The Lost March is a large collection of elephant rafts. The lost march never reached its destination and instead was pulled out to sea. The elephants on the raft eventually starved to death, littering the large wooden carpet with their bones and bird picked hides. While sailors with an eye for gold can salvage the tusks of the bull elephant for a hefty price, the raft is haunted by the spectral ghosts of the pod of elephants and they appear after nightfall and attack and kill anyone trespassing on their raft