Seven Mermaids, some of them living their lives in the deep ocean, others, willingly or otherwise, on the land.
In the Federation Space Navy, there is an expression, the Battlestars get the glory, but the Normandy's do the work
The Liathghorm salmon is prized not only for its flavor, but the unique psychic properties of its flesh.
Fugitives forever. Followed by the doom.
"...needs to find balance in his personal life. However, his skill at diagnosing indicates a solid medical talent. I am confident that within a year a little guidance…"
(from the evaluation of a senior resident)
More a note to myself on Stolen World topics
Title says it all
Back ground stub
background stub for Stolen World, The "demons' of the setting
The sins of Goldeveki are beyond count, but chief among those sins is the creation of the chimera that bears their name.
For twenty seven years I lived a strange and unimaginable life, and one morning I woke up divorced from life. I was awake.
I wish I could go back to sleep
In a world filled with unique chimera, some are more unique than others OR A chimera divided against itself must fall!
500 word, chimera challenge
The summon spells of The Stolen World
The summoning system of The Stolen World
My Crypts and Things House rules stub for Stolen World Completenss
Which is the greater magic; that which can sink a castle into the earth or that which can make the world's greatest sandwhich?
Like a grim eagle upon it's nest, the great black block of Tannia Castle looks down upon the city of the same name. Despite the fact that some of those brought within it's walls never come out again, the castle is still looked upon well by most of the city's inhabitants, a place of protection rather then a place of terror.
Also known as the Fortress of Beauty, Praesidium Qetesh is the seat of the Glamourian Council, and
Penny Brown is a private investigator and part time bounty hunter
Formerly known as Ceres Metals, a subsidiary of the Guandong Industrial Investment and Financial Group (GIIFG or GIFG), now an robot controlled and operated mining, logistics, and communications corporation
An insidious creature, most likely somehow "related" to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional "crunch". The Dead Leaves will then swirl and "rise" up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor.
Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to "identify" in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.