Breakdown of large civilian craft in the Cosmic Era
A piece of an ancient way of life, a tool for a consummate hunter.
A bag of enchanted beans. Dare you plant them?
Aerospace Capitol Ships of the Atlantic Federation
The warrior's footfalls echoed on the cobbles. His breath steamed in the cold, frosty air. He heard the frantic movement of assailants in the shadowed alley shuffling to surround him.
The warrior laughed. It was a bitter, dry laugh. "It won't do you any good. I feel no pain. Prepare to meet Balor."
Lightning steel is a miraculous metal formed from an alloy of iron, carbon, silver and pure captured lightning.
Created by the god of madness, one must be at least a little insane to be able to use them. These tools cause much confusion to those that see them in action and are guaranteed to cause misunderstandings.
- Stop ogling!
- I wasn't
- You can't take your eyes off her even now!
An axe of extraordinary power. There couldn't possibly be anything harmful about it- right?
The wastelands of the Cosmic era are a harsh environment, littered with wreckage, contaminated with chemical weapon residue, and radiation, and inhabited by mutants, monsters, and the strange creatures hemorrhaged from dimensional fatigue events. The denizens who are hardy enough to live in this terrain make due with their own sort of gear.
Machine, AI, being, God? The best guarded secret of the country of Egypt, Former Earth. One which secured them their galactic future and survival, at the same time, damning them in the eyes of every nation of the Republic for an eternity.
The Bannington Lapur LRTI AA Particle Rifle was developed by Deimos Inc to replace the Republic’s older R3X7 Particle Rifle. The weapon is currently only being used by Elite Clone Units and Special Forces and is still undergoing trials. Several prototypes are known to exist their whereabouts unknown except for the original which is on display at the Republic Central Fleet’s Museum of Armaments.
Patrol Pods are aerial scouting vehicles that share similarities to helicopters and motorcycles.
Only the good looking can't see it
There are a myriad of trains that run on the ley lines all through Vallermoore, delivering passengers and goods to their destinations, but they all have to give way by Law when the Royal War Train comes through.
Maxilan Carth, the Hunter of the Bayous, was the bane of the gatorfolk in life. To those who follow Jampiri, he provides protection from those beasts from beyond the grave.
Augscannens are common handheld devices used by security and law enforcement agencies
Are they really lucky or the GM is toying with me?
Normally Goblins tend to be the targets of PCs, but it could be that the PCs do something to aid them and the grateful Goblins give them something in return. Here are thirty great, ghoulish and ghastly goblin gifts.
"That one, you might want to be careful with that. It doesn't like people..."
"A potion? "
The old clock tower stands tall, but the bulk of the uppermost storey is crumbling and unsafe, with gaping cracks in the walls. The metal struts and girders supporting the great bronze bells are still intact, though, and the bells survive. The grotesque gargoyles and arabesques which decorated the original design have either fallen into the street (once or twice a year more bricks fall from the tower, prompting calls for its demolition) or have been defaced, but the main doors to the clock tower are still intact and show signs of being kept in working order. This is the home of The Captains, clad in raggedy clothes, with sooty faces, and perpetually runny noses. But behind each set of eyes is the look of a survivor. They live to stick together and make it through each day. Older than their years in many ways, the friendship they share with each other and Wims ghost keeps the core of a childs innocence and hope alive in each. But they are still very suspicious of outsiders. They are a group of street children who live in the clock tower. Some are orphans, some runaways, and some nomads who occasionally return to their homes. But they’re all poor, dirty and perpetually hungry, as well as being wily, unscrupulous and mischievous in a fairly brutal way. Enough of them have suffered at the hands of adults for all of them to be wary of any grown-ups, particularly ones who ask too many questions, although with hard work and a lot of food it might be possible to win the confidence or even the trust of a few of them.