The high society of the city of Efeterthrop is a lively bunch to say the least. Their dedication to chaos and anarchy is unbeatable, so long as they stay in charge.
7 things that make a work of fiction Lovecraftian, even if it doesn't deal at all with the established Mythos
Since magic can be used so powerfully for evil, why are there not a lot more evil and/or deranged wizards around in the world?
Where the clowns dwell, even angels fear to tread
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Trapped in Atheus, blocked from returning to their home of Congeria, the daimon is (usually) a minor demon- though this does not mean that they are not a highly deadly adversary.
A journalist is preparing a story on Agency 17. Predictably, the Agency would like it if the story died...
No where else in the world of Atheus is the maxim "Power is money" so readily apparent than it is in Obstaria. And since, as they say, absolute power corrupts absolutely, decadence and corruption has crept into the kingdom of Obstaria.
The players are sent on their first mission for Agency 17: Stealing Sarin from a right-wing militia group in rural Texas
Technology in the Cosmic Era can become corrupted and infested. When this happens to a mecha, the result in codenamed a Hekatonkheire.
An incarnation of Laserbeak, and condor/cyborgs for the Cosmic Era
I dream of rain; I dream of gardens in the desert sand
--Sting, Desert Rose
Once known by another name, the port city of Dragon's Wake suffered terrible tragedy, from which it is still recovering.
Home to the fabled Shining Towers, a gleaming beacon of light for miles around.
Bluest of sapphires; the ice-cold jewel. From its hoary breath flows the bitter winter winds. The Lady Karina sits there for all eternity, looking deep into the eyes of her lover.
With power borne from their unusual markings, men and women of the Five Orders of Ivory Tower are guardians and rulers of the Desert Realms, and guides to the people. But what secrets lay beneath their strange tattoos?
When arcanotech fails, it fails spectacularly
A polished flake of porous stone, stained a deep, rusted brown, this once-hallowed knife contains traces of the eldest of magics.
At one time it was thought that the substance known as Anagra Estratius, or Devouring Fire, was an alchemical substance, tainted by the infernal components that went into its making.
An ornate reliquary box, covered in fine metalwork that twists the eye and causes headaches.
Mora stepped up to the wicked-looking pipe-organ; the carved demonic head which it was made from leered silently at him. Sweating with anxiety, Mora looked back to his friends before swallowing hard and shakily bringing his fingers to the ivory.
Mora pressed the keys down into several minor chords, and a thunderous peal of music echoed, sounding mockingly similar to a church. Suddenly, the eyes of the carved head lit up with fire, and with a *WHOOSH* a pillar of flames burst into life around Mora. The man's screams were cut short after just a second and the fire disappeared just as quickly. Mora was gone.
After a moment of shocked silence, Mora's friends cheered excitedly.
The local band of 'nasties' (goblins / orcs / whatever) lives in relative peace with the local population.
Along come the PCs and go through their usual heroic monster bashing routine, wiping out the nasties and pinching all their stuff, then continue on their way.
Problem is, they don't kill ALL he nasties. The survivors want revenge and, after spending a few months recovering, start to take it in their own inimitable style (which is not unlike that of the PCs come to think of it).
Next time the PCs are in the area they find themselves VERY unpopular with the townsfolk.