The skies tell the tale of the living and the dead. The honored and the worshiped. What do the stars tell in your setting?
Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.
Food of the gods.
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.
No nose, hardly any body, a terrible wine, really.
Pocket dimentions for Supers and Modern Horror. With some modification many are useable in other genres
From the shadows sneak thirty secret agents, on the trail of top secret infomation.
30+ Burial Customs for building cultures
Twenty questions to help create a cult.
101 plug and play communities in 10 sub-categories
Spare parts of the Fantasy sort.
Tips on how to create five room dungeons that can be used for any location, are short, are quick to plan, easy to polish and plan, flexible in size and easy to integrate into your campaign.
30 Guards, who in peacetime patrol the Palace and in wartime are the Royal Bodyguards and the King’s last defence.
A list of thirty aristocrats, ready to be dropped in the king’s court, the ball, or what have you.
‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’
Marv, the Brigand
A group of humans living in a mountainous area have spent generations mining, drinking home made liquor, and generally not spreading the gene pool around enough. The end result is a sub-race of humans who no longer have necks, rather their heads protrude from the upper portion of the torso between the shoulders. They have beards, and lacking the ability to turn their heads, can only see what they are directly facing. They are simple and to the point, and direct to the point of bluntness.