"What a pretty place momma." "Yes it was made by the Divine One Chrysani as she died."
Commoners in the Goddess Forest
"Checkmate." The crowd looked with awe. The best player in the world beaten second turn. How was it possible.
Hizeel playing chess champion in the 3rd century
"Kolou, oh mighty Divine One I ask of thee to grant me strength in the upcoming battle. To have the strength to stare fear in the eyes and charge courageously into battle."
Following the conclusion of the Human Genome Project, and the 2nd Human Genome project, it was just a matter of time and funding before human cloning not only became possible, but a profitable
A technique that craftsmen use for creating the masterpiece of their lives (100 word submisson)
100-word Placeholder God submission no 2
From Innsmouth to Cthulhutech, a common phrase is “non-Euclidean architecture”. But what is it, and how can it be included in your games in a way that is interesting and fun?
A fairly blunt, systemic look at The Shattering. For flowery prose, look elsewhere ;)
What most people call aliens and monsters are usually extra-dimensional creatures.
Time is measured for most by the events that are both constant and special. "How many Christmas's ago was that?" It should be no different for Halflings.
A twisted zombiepocalypse creates a new holiday season.
"Fear not this new night, my brothers, the terrors of an everlasting darkness are as nothing when compared to the darkness in Man's heart. For, who among you knows what Man might do when Hunger sleeps in his bed and Famine is his child's only playmate?" --Prelude
Aetherball: the only sport with a PSI rating.
...or Lego Magic, if you will.
Possible Events while clearing Ice on ship deck
In the land of Epoa, Cloud Hoppers are some of the craziest people you’ll meet. Cloud Hopping is their job.
Mathematically twisting the fabric of space, the Yau-Calabi Fold Engine allows for FTL travel without violation of causality.
Black Christmas started on Dec 24, sunset in London, UK. It is the when the Grinches first attacked… and The Elfs came to Humanity’s rescue.
The scent of magic
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.