The precursor to the skeletron, the PPAC Sanzang robot demonstrated the strengths of the fighting robot, and also, ultimately, it's weaknesses
‘You are freed from all cares brothers and sisters! All worries! All need to toil and labour for the baron’s taxes, in the guild’s fields and for the peddler’s wares! All the drink you could ever need!’
Final words of an extremely drunk hedge conjurer by name of Oates Greenlock.
A soldier who deserted his command.
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.
Also known as Kaiju Spawn, Magna-parasites, angel-spawn, sin spawn, and a variety of other terms
A tale of vengeance and woe
Tips on how to utilise resources on and functions of the Citadel to Develop and Maintain World settings
Goodmen, Gentles, my Lords, in the best exemplification of the heroic stories you have found the Villain, battled him and his minions, plundered them of their treasure then returned victorious. But Now you discover a greater horror.. Lawyers.. Lawyers...
An ominous emblem begins appearing in tapestries, paintings, engravings, streets, etc. across the town or city in which the players are staying.
- Stop ogling!
- I wasn't
- You can't take your eyes off her even now!
A goddess with a holy object of veneration in every pocket, wallet and bank; as well as down the sides of the big comfy chair in the inn.
Enclosed in this document is the account of Mr. Johnathan Crewes, who was recently incarcerated in the Psychiatric Ward, of how he was driven insane. He shall be soon shipped to the St. Josephine Asylum for the Mentally Disturbed.
It was said that the King fell from grace so abruptly that the earth opened up beneath his citadel so he could fall for eternity. This is exactly what happened...
Down it falls, a great concentric castle of dark stone. Cracked and broken, though upright, pieces large and small fall together in concert, frequently dashing against each other, or drawing apart to create wide gulfs to expose the hungry blackness below.
And in this tumbling castle, there sits a king, his head heavy with his crown, his hands clutching his throne in unending terror.
And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. - Barbossa to Elizabeth, Pirates of the Caribbean.
An axe of extraordinary power. There couldn't possibly be anything harmful about it- right?
While enjoying a meal in the local tavern, the party strikes up a conversation with another customer, who is witty and urbane.
Late is the hour, dark the night. Clouds blanket out the moon and stars. A lone figure is seen slipping out of the forest and onto the main road leading into the village, in search of it's doctor.
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.
A sorcerer with evil intentions or just a murderer waiting for another fool?
At a crossroads, the characters come across a trio of thick poles set into the ground, just outside the overlapping roads.
An obviously wealthy and beautiful woman contracts the PC’s to solve a missing persons case. The missing person is her younger sibling, a teenage boy.
A rather large armed group slowly walks the road. Unless you get to see what they transport, you could think it is a caravan with expensive goods, or the soldiers escort someone important. But this is a prisoner transport, on the way to mines, criminals on their way for punishment.
The soldiers may be willing to talk, the captain will have a few questions on you and the road, but they will keep distance, and part soon.