The Doomseekers are a faction within the House of the Forsaken that have as their goal the creation of a biological Doomsday weapon
For too long, the realm of magic has been controlled by the jealous hands of just a few. That time is no more, and though they may resist, the great blossoming of magic cannot be stopped.
A loose organization of those touched by the elemental plane of Smoke to combat the PCs
“All matter is made of six elements. The seventh element, work, fulfills the potential of the other six” – Liang Huou, Grandmaster
The Floating World, the domain of the Hikikomori
Cult of EXTREMELY Done
"Machine is all
Machine is Mother
Machine is Father
Machine is God'
"Few left know these Secrets. And those who do must Be careful. Those in Power will Silence Us if They knew!"
First Keeper Solaron Calo
''Rrrbit! Rrrbit! Great Jove has found you unworthy, human! Now prepare to die !''
There are three things, each sacred and bearded: Moon, Monks, and Moss. All connected. Tied together by the Monks of the Bearded Moon, an old order of healers, mystics, bearers of the secret knowledge, and inheritors of the Bearded Moon's gifts. Theirs is a sect full of mystery and bound by ritual.
A group of mages that can alter the strength and properties of spells or enchanted items slightly but cannot cast a spell themselves
100 Word Society
You felt a slight tingle as the man looked you in the eyes, and he is currently approaching confidently with a look of recognition on his face. He smiles and you know you know him, you just don’t know how.
"Was it… just a dream?"
These spellcasters are the few who survived the great trials to become a being of both arcane and divine magic.
These groups were originally for use with the Project Underworld PBP game, to which I contributed the minor covens.
Suffering from an ancient curse, the Medusan race is slowly dying.
"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn’t fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn’t know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.
They consumed Great G’bod. They partook of the Giant Slug’s flesh.
A people of systematic inhumanity - beyond bloodthirsty.
Before the lands were colonised by the Modern Races, other intelligent beings called them home. One of these races was the Alun - a people much like and much unlike mankind
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.