The shining city of glass and mirror within the forboding Karikun desert. Welcome to the home city and birthplace of the Ouzquin Dremorix.
A planet besieged by unwelcome deities in ages past now lies shattered and disparate. (W.I.P - more to come)
"The perfect pet at the perfect price -- guaranteed." Creature Dex at the bottom of the sub, if you want to include "relatively harmless" alien critters in your campaign.
An overview of the world of Kalimon, including a summary of its history and the inhabitants. This is still a work-in-progress setting and more details may be added at a later date.
What is innocence and what is a monster...the flowers seem to know
The PCs have met their mortal foe, The Locust, and now find themselves trapped in the Library of Sylvie's father, King Hiram Blackburn.
The Oracle of Ein
(pronounced un) is a relic devoted to the sole idol of faith remaining
on the world of Kalimon after Elementallion, a major catastrophe (75 words Short and Sweet Challenge)
Dead in the heart of Karnasthys lies an ancient, sacred burial site; the final resting place of the Thousand Kings of the Forelands, past and future. Existing since a time far beyond the Great Fall, this picture of pure natural perfection serves as a material anchor to the lawfully-aligned planes.
One of the largest objects in Low Earth Orbit
" As long Mriulnarth still stand, damnation will always occur "
- Emperor Averemarn I
If they said Mriulnarth is the Heart of the Demons, then Ashantar is the Beacon of Hope for all humans...
Felim collapsed into the snow, exhausted. It felt like it would be the last fall this time, his limbs stiffening and flesh numb. The adventurer had heard of natives that thrived out here, men who slew bears and made coats of seal fur. But who could build anything out here...?
Just as he felt light start to fade, Felim cast his gaze up to see the sky one last time. He was startled - or would have been, if his body had the energy - to see a furred hood and a leathery face with a toothless grin. "Ho there, brother!" it spoke. "You came to just the right place."
"Bristlebane ale. Tall."
Mathus looked up. He didn't recognize the man ordering, but he seemed the type: muscles beneath a layer of fat, a snarling expression with most of his teeth missing, fists like summer hams. "You want it in a bottle?"
"From the tap."
Mathus nodded. "This way," he said, stepping from behind the bar and into the back room, the "customer" following.
A fresh-faced young man sitting at the bar looked around, confused. "Bristlebane? Sounds adventurous."
"You couldn't handle it, son," an older man said from across the plank bar with a hint of derision. "It'd right kick your ass."
A description of the geography of Atreus. This sub will also be an umbrella sub for all the coming Atreus subs.
The City of Strangers. The Beautiful City. The City of Gold. The City of Sharks.
New Submissions
The desert is like the sea, the sands shift ebb and flow and with them so does life. The tide is in ebb, and Xen'da'rik is dying.