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.
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.