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.
This is a redirecting sub
"No this is not a mispelling", the marketing suit continued, "it is a new way to express yourself, express your interests, and get your personal message…. or your corporate one across." He surveyed the room. "It is a new consumer item combining things people need with what they want."
"With the OP(im) implant you can be the master of your own space and time!" - Advertisement
We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better…stronger…faster. - The Six Million Dollar Man
Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun…
This is found in areas where there is a great deal of wood work done.
The fineset weapons in the Known World are made of Rydlin Steel.
‘To the victor goes the spoils’ it is said but what if those spoils are not what they seem. What if those items of victory, are deadly.
A metal that can only be tempered once, and ever after it shall know no flame, nor shall heat harm it
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.