A colourful but universally applicable calendar.
Many begin to path to master the seven-fold flame, but with one exception, no one has ever mastered all seven faces of fire.
Thirty systems of justice-or the most rank injustice, in some cases.
"Looking at the clean shatter with surrounding structural damage, I’d say it was most likely a bass with mezzo-soprano backup, possibly accompanied by a skilled bassist."
After Buddha died, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave—a tremendous, gruesome shadow. God is dead; but given the way of man, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.
the word Phthano- translates to ‘prevent’ and is the root of one of the most common enchantments in the wizarding world.
A Totemos is a spirit or little god strongly associated with a human group, organization, or urban location.
Aetherball: the only sport with a PSI rating.
It is not an infectious disease, but it is a plague upon the world.
For it spawns villains. And not your garden variety villains, but epic villains, master villains of the most dangerous kind Evil Geniuses.
"Don’t worry, I’ve fought necromancers before! Wait, what the…"
A system for samurai ranks. Still having trouble with the output of this one.
A short summary of the ranks used by the Gurkha Regiments of the British Indian Army.
An attempt to codify the Byzantine military system.
Ranks of the members of a particular craft guild or livery company.
A simplified explanation of the nobility of the Ottoman Empire.
A fantasy version of nobility from a Middle-Eastern type setting.
The hierarchy of the Hashashin, also known as the Order of Assassins or Silver Band.
The hierarchy of the Thuggee Cult.
Hierarchy of the Shinto religion.
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.