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.
At one time it was thought that the substance known as Anagra Estratius, or Devouring Fire, was an alchemical substance, tainted by the infernal components that went into its making.
An ornate reliquary box, covered in fine metalwork that twists the eye and causes headaches.
Mora stepped up to the wicked-looking pipe-organ; the carved demonic head which it was made from leered silently at him. Sweating with anxiety, Mora looked back to his friends before swallowing hard and shakily bringing his fingers to the ivory.
Mora pressed the keys down into several minor chords, and a thunderous peal of music echoed, sounding mockingly similar to a church. Suddenly, the eyes of the carved head lit up with fire, and with a *WHOOSH* a pillar of flames burst into life around Mora. The man's screams were cut short after just a second and the fire disappeared just as quickly. Mora was gone.
After a moment of shocked silence, Mora's friends cheered excitedly.
Favored minion of the necromancer Warmaker, the Ossilyth is a tank of an undead.
"They said it would bring us a new age of wonder, of exploration, of excitement. I don't think this is what they meant: us scurrying around like rats in our cities of steam and steel, far away from the land and the sun."
While traveling trough farm land the PCs come upon a merchant sitting on a wrecked wagon without a mule attached to it, hid face burrowed in his hands. He explains that he was robbed by petty goblins, unable to defend himself he had retreated. He asks the PCs to help him retrieve the mule before the goblins roast it, as a reward they may keep his goods. How hard can it be?