A bunker to hold NPCs in the process of having the serial numbers filed off and their programming reset
Places to go in the Cosmic Era solar system
Not to be confused with autons, auxons are small machines, 1 to 3 inches in length, that are used for large scale, long term, resource extraction.
The Cosmic Era starts now, in the era of fossil fuels.
You were gone, like dead. I had to work with what I had. But the good news, you look great, and you're still alive!
This... this isn't my hand...
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!
Once a arcoban (arco-urban) chinpira, now a parapsychic burner under the influence of the Neogenecists
Formerly a mercenary lurking around the Silk Road, now the victim of the Neogenecists
The not quite secret factions within the Anunnaki
While not the largest, most profitable, or most cutting edge robotics corp, Trojan has the distinction of being one of the most influential.
The secret horrors of food in the Cosmic Era
The basic economy of the Atlantic Federation
Because calling them armored suits is crass
Autonomous Organic Drone, flesh built robots
Resource harvesting operations in the clouds of gas giant planets
Designed in 1975, the Stanford Torus is a basic space station layout also known as a wagon wheel
Also known as a magnetic fusion drive, or a mega-ion drive.
Relying entirely on A-pods for flight, the Kaze class of aircraft is well known, and the Nipponese Fuijin is the best known Kaze type.
A secret project of the Anunnaki, the first post-human phenoclade
The Neo-Soviet marine biomods
Also known as aquastats or hydrostations, the submersible cities of the Eurasian Alliance
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.