Vile cannibal clerics of a god of slavery and hunger
One of the largest objects in Low Earth Orbit
"If we the poor cannot enjoy our lives, you the rich will have yours taken away." Police statement taken from a captured cultist, a member of Inanna's Avenging Hands.
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
If the Misshapen have Arfthar, Bura and Xasmir. Then the human have Suhym, Sufyn and Suhyl, the Dragons of Ashantar...
Better known as the Ghost Suit
The best example of space designed power armor
Important NPCs within Machias.
"Impatient as well as stupid, some virtuous whip you are." Snap tilts her head to the side with a smile as her drumming fingers increase in tempo. "I assure you that my patience is vast." The man stops in his tracks stare Snap down, her expression remains unchanged. "Vast, not infinite. I am but a human so I am sure something could cause me to break my vows." Hastily he resumes filling the order. As Snap walks out the door with the goods the shopkeep grabs your arm. "That is a monster chained by monks robes, I have stared down raging barbarians and never seen such hate in their eyes."
A warrior that never tremble, a warrior that always line forward, a warrior that always spearheading the battle. His bravery is unimaginable... It's Valadaar, the Hand of Ashantar...
Bring out your Names!
"I knew Lwausf would be angry when we banished him, but I didn't see the whole undead-bearman-projectile thing coming. Looking back it was kind of inevitable. "
Prince Gorim, Lord of the Mounatian Hall at Silverspike
The Creator had created Impthus out of the very essence of light itself. And so do all of his fellow followers. The Athlran glow endlessly, no matter where they are. They have a pair of white wings and their form radiates bright light, as the High Heaven itself.
At the beginning of life, before the Living World was created, the Creator had created only Felenthur and Impthus, that he made them both as brothers. One with the heart of darkness and one with the heart of light. Impthus was given the High Heaven with the Orb of Light. While, Felenthur was given the scorching plains, where soon, he transformed the plains into the Burning Hell as soon as he managed to made a plea to the Creator. A plea which he asked to create an ally for him. Thus, the Demon Princess and Princesses were born into the Burning Hell.
A quote from my solo campaign that really got me thinking about how players perceive Npcs.
Does your players treat your precious Npcs like nothing but obstacles, exploits and cannon fodder, whether they are gelatinous cubes or humans?
And if so, what can we do to change it?
"Death. What happens when one dies? A question that all civilized peoples have tried to answer. Some claim you go to a place where you are rewarded or punished based on what you do when you're alive. Some claim that you a simply reincarnated.
"They are all wrong. The truth is that we are in a state of transformation. Humans are simply in a complicated version of a caterpillar in a chrysalis. We started as mere animi. Now we are humans. And just like the caterpillar turns into something grander after its time in a chrysalis, we become something grander when we die.
"You see, we become gods."
An uncommon, but visually dramatic body modification in the Cosmic era
They have no souls, but they live. They are formless, but they walked. They are unseen, but they reveals. They walk the dark plains, but they show the lights. And they were given a chance to choose side. And yet, they chose righteous. And that's the Farons. Creature that walks the void realm.
These magical boots empower the wearer with several abilities at once. Wondrous leaping, water-walking, and even flying! Yet the boots possess an insidious curse upon them as well. A deep and almost unfathomable (by others) feeling of listlessness, boredom, and even apathy affects the boots' wearer at all times whenever they are donned. Magic will not dispel the effects.
And so while the wearer of the boots can perform great feats of action during combat or at other opportune times and key moments, they'll never really want to do so, complaining "Meh, what's the point of it all anyway?" or "I would fly up and save us all guys, but sigh, maybe uhm, soonish, mkay? Bit bored by this whole burning tower at the moment."
Naturally the boots wearer's fellow PCs will grow quickly frustrated with this arrangement. There have been numerous occasions when one angry PC literally tears off the boots from his companion's feet in anger, and dons them in turn, only to immediately suffer from the same effects.
The solution lies in constantly "motivating" the boots' wearer with successful rolls, involving threats, flattery, fiery speeches, or even bribery.