A chilling wind whips through the hollow. Winter's bite grips your spine. The very air you breath stings. Snow swirls all around you, yet, the trees... the trees are motionless in the gale, unaffected by the cold, biting winds.
The limb that got away and became the symbol of a revolution.
A collection of legendary Chinese horses from actual history and folklore (no. 4 in my Chinse lore Codex)
Be wary of these beasts when traveling through wintry forests!
A flash copy of a person, inserted into an auton, for a variety of purposes
Expies are cheaply made autons with artificial brains.
The largest autons in use, Cyclopes are mechanical giants compared to humans, but just knee high to the average battlemech
Imperfect simulacra, ever attempting to improve themselves, to make themselves better
After the horrors of the Scranja war, Humanity found itself in a predicament that it had not faced since well before the birth of civilization. Scattered to the solar winds, and very nearly the victim of genocide, many of the isolated pockets of mankind faced population bottlenecks, and the possibility of failure from inbreeding. The Synthmen were a part of the solution.
Portraying artificial intelligence as NPCs in a game
They appear to be very dark, overly large worms - perhaps a handspan in length and half as thick as a finger. That and their matt, dull skin marks them as something other than a typical earthworm.
Understanding that the planets in the universe are simply eggs, waiting to be torn apart by the creatures inside, gave birth to more questions than answers.
The Urd-hel are a race of shapeshifters with a twist.
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
Outtakes from the duo's many travels beyond the Polished Sea, cataloging some of the stranger creatures they encountered.
Mentats, mentons, and cymeks, the synchronization of the human mind and the computer
Plasmid and plasmic lifeforms are frequently relegated to the back bench of the creature roster, left to linger with oozes, slimes, and puddings, and only appear as random monsters in sci-fi.
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.
There is a group that believes no good can come of trying to change to future to render a prophecy or prediction incorrect. They believe that meddling will either cause the prediction to be true in the first place, or make something worse or more extreme happen.