There are scummy dives, and then there is The Rotten Bastard.
Sort of a collaborative effort to create a world for the Citadel.
"Where do I live? A simple question that doesn’t have a simple answer. A palace in a place beyond place, built in a time that wasn’t a time. Can’t solve my riddle? Really, it’s for the best. You wouldn’t like where I live."
Knowledge is Power. That is, he who makes the knowledge, wields the power.
A moving island, and home to both the honorable Lizardfolk and the evil Cult of Dar’Orgath.
Gartheia - the flower-pot Island
Yar…I do indeed know of Crossbones Isle, stranger. But ye’d be better suited to avoid that place like a widowed wench.
The Great King long ago ceased attempting to police the wastelands of his Border Marches, and these debatable lands fell into the hands of petty counts, retired generals, and warlords, who constructed and then abandoned many keeps ripe for plunder.
Habitat colonies do not occur are habitable planets, but are only found on marginal planets, asteroids, and worlds with ruined ecosystems.
The Yughort were the fathers of the steppe civilizations, rulers of the first nomadic empire of the plains. Their signs can still be found, including their conical burial towers.
In The Wastes the prospectors look for valuable substances. When they need some respite, they look for Deadman’s Rock.
A fairly average world that happens to be the headquarter site of the Earth Alliance Space Probe Agency (EASPA)
Behold yonder hut floating on the island? An abandoned fisherman’s dwelling, you say? Nay, tis the Temple Of Inaha.
Skanda Biologicals is one of the world’s premier producers of Awakened Biological Systems. Now, the party has been asked to penetrate their fortress, and destroy their research. But, can they find the force of will to do so?
The Dragon Isles consist of no less than thirty or so separate islands, of varying sizes, in a fifty-mile chain running on an approximately north-south line about thirty miles off of the eastern coast.
The Future is for sale.
A seemingly average industrial world that is the source of 1 out of every 4 guns in current use.
According to the legend, Dread Velsparge, Daemon Prince of the Myriad Hands, plunged into the Tarakhen Sea in a blaze of scarlet flame, throwing the whole world into ruin.
During certain years, people in Akgku claim to observe a green flame coming from the sea and erupting upward. It can be observed from a distance of two days’ journey or more. After burning for a considerable time, the flame disappears.
—Falklyde Wodinger, Haraconian scholar, in route to wondrous Udross and legendary Akgku.
The Big Picture of the World of Nyathis, for the time being…
As they travel they notice a horrible rotten smell. As they travel it gets stronger and stronger forcing them to cover their noses and mouth less they choke on the horrible smell. Rotting animal carcass that has been ripped apart and tracks all over, covered in maggots.