The main commodity in the Cosmic Era is data and communication, in the form of social media, entertainment, advertising, and other electronic sources of information. The spread of this data is measured in a unit known as a meme (also spelled meem)
Old cultures since the dawn of written time have seen pictures in the night sky and asked questions of them. Who they were, where did they come from, and why do they return? The earliest efforts to distinguish these nightly visitors and give them names and meanings dates back to before the Contention of Aborior. Those first observations were different than what is seen today but most still hold true to their original origins.
A collection of my substandard subs as they were before being redone…
Scientific disciple of magical art - depends how you look at it really
This is the first overview of two or three campaigns I call, Lords of the Fallen. Within this first installment the players will take part in the forging of the first Kingdoms of Earthen. They will witness the beginnings of slavery; join the ranks of the world’s first armies; be jolted by the anger of the Almighty Lord.
This is the time when the first legends are born. A Character could, perhaps, even become one themselves. The classes of magicians and warriors are very basic and limited. Socities, being in their infancy, are being created, and influenced, by them (intentionally, or accidentally). Life is hard, but endurable.
From this I will expand these ideas into quests, and races that dwell within this campaign. I will try to leave these overviews and quests as generic as possible, but with historical suggestions.
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.