Hailing from the giant swamp planet of Acadia, the Leech Lords rule with a mighty will. And slimy green tentacles.
- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too…"
"Did ya hear that? There’s riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!"
When a stranger warns of demonic activity, should you take him at his word?
Martha’s coming wasn’t a lucky sign. A heavy birth and a deformed face left even the midwife distrustful. But the child turned out healthy.
The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?
When armed men barricade the road and demand money, be careful how you respond.
They just might have a legal right to do so.
This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something…
The King is dead.
So who killed him?
"What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…"
To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.
There is trouble in the mines, claims your employer. And you are just the people to solve it.
“Come and see Veidt, the ever-sleeping. Born with an incurable condition, he has not woken once in twenty-six years. Come and see the man who will never wake. Come and see Feher’s sleepwalker.”
Some places are too dangerous to enter, even approaching them can mean adventure. What is forbidden is forbidden for a reason.
The fine scent of sea, and the less fine smell of the fish… isn’t there something else smelling, too?
In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well…
A magical artifact of literally unknown powers…
Not quite Science Fiction…
The two foreigners claimed to represent their queen, but… Where did they say they were from?
A mysterious young nobleman is making quite a stir in the court, and not all are pleased about it…
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.