A notoriously fragile flower than only blooms under the full moon. It can be made into a powerful, magical narcotic, and is the symbol of a major death cult.
You might describe them as a death cult, a drug cartel, an assassin's guild, or the hosts of the wildest parties in town.
And you'd be right.
An overview of the world of Kalimon, including a summary of its history and the inhabitants. This is still a work-in-progress setting and more details may be added at a later date.
What is innocence and what is a monster...the flowers seem to know
The Intelligent Highway Project was to many a failure. In one respect, it was a success
beyond the dreams of any of its designers.
The PCs have met their mortal foe, The Locust, and now find themselves trapped in the Library of Sylvie's father, King Hiram Blackburn.
Also called the Flowers of Childhood, they look like they were taken straight from a fairytale. But they have a darker side.
Summoned by ritual and bound by hell's laws, these devils offer specific boons in return for equally specific costs. Some have persisted since the dawn of time. Others were shaped by their creator only in the last few years, in response to the changing times.
A magical catastrophe that
changed the world of Kalimon forever
""I am." Is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do." is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin
Perhaps they were once natural beasts, but natural beasts cannot survive the wastes of Corpsefall. No, this beast is far from natural, and for that, I believe nature is grateful.
The perfect ring for those who seek to make the most dramatic of entrances.
aka SLAB armor, the most common form of body armor in the Cosmic Era, also the cheapest
The royal coat of arms itself along with every single object picturing it is missing from the castle.
The Oracle of Ein
(pronounced un) is a relic devoted to the sole idol of faith remaining
on the world of Kalimon after Elementallion, a major catastrophe (75 words Short and Sweet Challenge)
A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Rumors of gold and more, spoken on the wind draw the greedy to their doom.
Wisely did Ibn Schacabao say, that happy is the tomb where no wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes. For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl. -The Festival, H.P. Lovecraft
Wilhelm the Courageus they used to call him. He used to have it all. People would cheer as he rode down the street, clad in the specialized full-plate armor that the Knights of Trul wore. But no this is no more. Now Wilhelm is a nothing. People would jeer if he walked down the street, which is why Wilhelm waits in the background- until, that is, the day of his plot comes to fruition and his revenge is gained. For Wilhelm has launched a conspiracy to gain the thing that matters most to him, has brought to bear a plot through all of his means, and is a man with a plan.
"That one, you might want to be careful with that. It doesn't like people..."
"A potion? "