100 Word Society
Melpomene's Espers? Ha! Let me know how that goes, and after that let me know when you find Atlantis and Jimmy Hoffa!
The city guard used to be crooked as a frendleback tree, then the society popped up. I miss the good old days when you could bribe a grunt to look the other way. It's hard and dangerous to be in the black arts now.
Nyp, Thieve's Guild
A gathering place for basic info on the societies, secret and otherwise used and referenced in the Chronicle of Tsuria
"The Circus is in town, Dicurion. Make a donation to the good priests of the Laughing God. See if he won't smile down upon us, and wish our little problem away."
-Olrich van Haarkrom
'Mediatius ar Adjucatius'
'Mediation and Adjucation'
- First Axiom of the Ark
CodexHalflings are a people without a home. They wander through the kingdoms of taller races, never staying to long in one location, always searching for a place to make their own.
Request AdviceNightmares upon the battlefield. Once thought defeated, rumors of their return have begun to spread.
S-S-S-S-S-S-SHING! The front wave of the enemy line was flattened, knocked down as if by Upuaut's own scythe. S-S-S-S-S-S-SHING! I stole another glance back, and there was Sana Avennia, staggering forward, shaking her flail at the enemy line. The bronze links rang, and damn me for a civvie if it wasn't a sweeter sound than temple bells. "Eyes forward, Gwythar," the wizard hissed, wiping the blood from her mouth with her free hand. "We're not done for yet, but neither are they."
CodexAn eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
The Zhantil Tribe sorcerer advanced another step, shaking his staff and barking out guttural Words of Power. We felt the shockwave hit us, clawing at our minds ... and damn us if we didn't all groan aloud, feeling the weight of the Muircroinim's will on us. He was a tough enough foe by himself -- too bad for us he had a dozen armed tribesmen in front of him, just waiting for us to falter before his powers to rip out our lives with their spears.
CodexI leaned heavily against the wall, jamming my free hand over the wound in my side, trying hard not to think of how close I'd been to a one-way trip to the Ice Floes. Both my foes were face down before me, juicing out ... one from the fleche he hadn't been expecting from me. The other, from the back of his head being bashed in. His hair was matted with blood and ice chips. I glanced up at Master Elaina, safe and sound behind a glittering ring of ice. She gave me a sprightly wave, a second glowing sphere of ice in her hand, and looked around for more targets.
Codex
“I am the Wizard of the Moder! You will die when my pets -“
Quietly, Deb-Lu-Quienyin said, “I do not think they heard your call, San.” The exquisite irony of that formal salutation was not lost on us - nor on the Wizard of the Moder.
He peered closely at Quienyin. “You -“ he said, and his words were a thick choke. “You are ...”
“Yes.”
This - thing - had caused us great grief. It had set traps for us, riddles, hurled occult monsters upon us, tortured us. Now it stood there, slashing its staff about, mewling, fiery-eyed ... and helpless in the grip of those awesome powers of a Wizard of Loh.
CodexHere the apprentice takes her first step on the silvery road towards arcane Mastery; here the seeker comes for a cantrip to make life livable or to improve his condition; here the scholar delves into the thaumaturgical lore of the Beginnings; here the wizard comes to perfect his craft.
CodexEntering a new city there are street urchins, hustlers, con men, kidnappers, thieves and burglars looking to make their day’s prophet. The victim, in many cases the PC, is known as the mark and is the target of whatever kind of hustle they have planned. These hustlers are always on the lookout for easy pickings.
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.
Soon after, The Trickster came upon another praying mantis, a female in heat. Unable to resist a female of any race, The Trickster obliged the willing creature, being perfectly able in his present form. At the climactic moment something unexpected occurred. As The Trickster issued forth his Divine Seed, the female turned her head slightly, and with blinding speed bit into The Trickster's head, nearly severing it with her first strike. Her next few bites, finished the job, and as Mokkus' headless body spasmed, she began to eat the rest of The Trickster.
-An Excerpt from "The Oral Traditions of the P'Cheela" as Transcribed by Gyma, Deputy Explorer of the Thyran College
Unlock your mind. Stand naked in thought and body before your enemy. Move as the breezes that caresses your vessel. Strike as the earth that calls from under your feet.
- Nesu-kitt, Ancient Lockzennite
The Spies of Lindor is a large connection of people, who could show up at your doorstep, store, or right behind you at this very moment…
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