Player 5's Pc's
Player 4's Pc's
And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.
A wishing well is nothing more that a place to hope and dream. A token offering is given with the silly notion that the wish just might come true. But what happens when these wishes start to come true, on a regular basis?
30 generic problems to dole out for homebrew, custom made, and scratch built machines
YO JOE!!! pew pew pew - pew pew pew
Player 3's Pc's In a nut shell
30 job types/classes for PCs in the Cosmic Era
"Is it hot in here, or..."
An NPC for the Delta Factor using my Organic NPCs presentation model.
Also known as demons, mutants, and monsters, Youma were once human beings.
“What’s the difference between good and evil?”
Player 2's three pc's for The Guild Game
Last two PC's to complete one players group of three for The Guild Game.
"Get me the sugar!" called Jack's wife. His heart skipped a beat as he stood before the cabinet. Holding his breath, he slowly opened it.... Dangit! A baby!
The ruin that birthed a society; the Life and Times of a city in the throes of death.
One of the current political paradigms of the Cosmic Era.
Cold, mystic master manipulators.
The adventurers hear a noise and turn, only to see a bottle clatter down the street. Shrugging it off, they continue on their way, blissfully unaware of the hulking mass of junk taking shape behind them...
A series of singers and strummers, summarily simple and sinuous, subsisting with singularly spectacular song-stylings.
I've sat on this one for long enough. Feel free to fill in the gaps.
Droids, Drones, and the Neo-Cortex.
The air had grown chill the minute they descended into the strange valley, which was unmarked on any of their maps. It was so strange here, devoid of animal life and completely silent. The horses were nervous the entire journey through the vale. As they set about to collect firewood for the campfire they could hear their own voices as dim echoes through the eerie silence.
The food didn't taste anything that evening and their sleep was cold and troubled by nightmares. While they are clearing camp the next morning, one of them stumbles over a piece of stone jutting out of the ground nearby the horses. On closer inspection there seems to be runes engraved into the polished surface. The symbols true meaning is no more known among mere mortals and if they decide to dig deeper, they will discover that it is an ancient altar buried within the soil.
Any historically oriented party member will recognize the largest symbol to be the insignia of the powerful warlock who ruled this realm several centuries ago. At their departure from the area, something will seem amiss with one of the party members and all will remember the stories of the warlock's thousand curses.