The tradition of Sabanto-Meido arose in Nippon/Japan after the widescale adoption of robotics and automation. It is a cultural movement to embrace traditional values and to counter the subculture movement of the Ko girls.
Performance art in Refuge Beneath the Waves
A 100ish word musical styling sub-culture in Refuge Beneath the Waves
A troupe of players has made a rare stop at the local fair. There are plays, fortune tellers, games of "chance", and more! Great fun for all.
A forerunner in Black Datastream content, ACEG is known around the world for hosting and broadcasting some of the most violent, gore and fanaticism filled spectacles of human carnage.
The Newarks are a familiar and influential family in the Commonwealth of New England
Also known as Chromatics, polychromes, rainbow people, or smurfs
Strange girl fashionista gang
No, not a LOTR knock-off
Come one, come all to the greatest show in the world!
A Renaissance dawns. A School of Art emerges.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.