Just what it says on the tin.
collection of terms used in the Cosmic Era not large enough to warrant their own submissions.
A plume is seen far off in the distance, but what will it turn out to be when it gets closer? Only time will tell.
A short story which uses Memory Moths in a sci-fi setting. Props to Echomirage for the forum post that inspired the symbiotic Proxy Bug.
A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Bring out your Names!
"Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying." -- Arthur C. Clark
Everyone's got a story, and I'm tired of hearing them!
Many roleplays are set in a world where much of the land is held by barons and other nobles serving under the King or Queen. Sometimes the PCs may need to meet these nobles to ask for help in their Quest, at other times they may be caught for breaking the law and end up with their lives in his hands. Yet nobles are different;some may be good people who care for those underneath them and are loved in return, others may be unpleasent tyrantts hated and feared by their underlings, and still others a bit of both. With this in mind I present thirty nobles
The Cosmic Era setting operates on a number of different levels of engagement.
Looking for Dwarven proverbs, sayings, euphemisms, quotes, and anecdotes? We are too! Please help the fledgling Dwarven Guild in its infancy stages! Looking to make a list of 101+ with the help of our beardless brethren!
A recently re-discovered odd treatise
"So's ya want ta know about the maze and the labyrinth? There's a difference, ya know. The maze is more like a, a, puzzle, a puzzle where ya wander and gets lost. An' a labyrinth is more... straight, ai guess, straight with curves, if'n ya gets what I'm sayin'."
-Old Gerald, man in the pub.
“There’s another reason they call it the chain of command you know.” –Riley, recalling his military training.
“Because they tie you in chains if you don’t obey it?” –Renee, taking a wild guess.
“Because the lives of everyone under your command weighs like a ball and chain around your neck.” –Riley, remembering the troops who looked to him for leadership in the Gulf war.
“In light of this whole zombie plague I’m thinking they’re going to have to redefine R.I.P to Rise in Putrescence.” –Riley, recalling the usual gravestone markings.
“How about Rot In Pieces?” –Jessy, proving acronyms can mean whatever the reader intends.
“I can’t help but wonder if this whole undead business is restricted to humans or if it affects animals too.” –Riley, pondering the effects of The Wave.
“You do know humans are just another animal in the grand scheme of evolution right?" –Renee, showing off her intellect yet again.
“Ssh! Not so loud, you might tempt fate into having us find out!” -Heather, displaying an unusually superstitious fear of fate. (And of tempting the GM)
“Thomas Baker? An interesting name for a Bakery store owner.” –Heather, musing over their new acquaintances name.
“Back in the day it was common for people to have last names based on their profession. Smith would be a blacksmith, Carpenter a woodworker, and so forth." –Renee, showing off her intellect.
“If that’s true, then what about John Hancock?” Jessy, being a dirty old man, like usual.
The great Wall Mounts have been scaled, or your ship's technology has reached a level in which it is possible to cross the oceans. And when the PCs or NPCs find other people, unknown people, what happens? Carnage.
Armour should not just be for protection. It should tell a story, your story!
"Your wall is impenetrable, eh? Its so thick it can withstand 100s of direct hits from any siege engine? I have but one word for you: magic."
A basin type hole in the middle of the plains. Once every so many years the rains come very hard and flood this place. Maybe that is where the tribes congregate for their tribal meetings.