Everyone has their own take on what roleplaying games truly are. This is mine.

The Ocadian Desert is a desolate place. The spirit of the land has been crushed, changing the region from a series of islands with evergreen forests and animals in a shallow sea, to one of the most inhospitable places on the Sphere.

The Encyclopedia Geographica is the seminal work of Civilization. The Geographic Green books include maps of every place in the known world and articles about the things in those places. One can honestly say, you are holding the known world in your hand when holding this book.

This article is also know as World Building 1A.

You find yourself captured by Goblins. (We won't ask, we know it is embarassing.) Looking for your escape, you begin to watch the Goblins. Suprisingly, they are a fairly complex bunch.

The tradition of Battle Sashes is only a century or two old. It started in Celedor by the River, but it has been adopted in every part of the WestLands. Now the complex code of knots and colors allows Elites to know "who is who" as well as their affiliations.

Did you, like me, sit in the cinema thinking 'Now this is what I want to achieve for my campaign climax'? Did you sit around afterwords trying to figure out how? Well I did, and here it is.

A very short piece

Literally, Campaigns are like plants. They can only grow if the conditions are right. The GM must plant them in the correct place and right environmental conditions (i.e. the players must like the ideas behind the games and be willing to play in them). Just like the gardener must prepare the soil and growing environment, the GM must create the basics of the campaign before play.

These simple ribbons caused the near destruction of an entire town. And, the ribbons did nothing wrong.

The Dancing Lights of the Ice Wind are one of the great dangerous in the Land of Snow and Ice.

Everytime you look at something in The City, there is something going on behind it. It is a moment caught in the tangles of time of some other persons life. It is those little moments that make The City seem so alive.

The Arcade is a long narrow entertainment district built upon the dried up Arcadey creek. This jurisdictional no mans land has become a vibrant section of the city.

Some times the same old thing, be it a species or class or type of magic, just does not have that old spark. That is what these threads are about. They are re-imagined versions of the classics. An attempt to make them interesting and useful again.

Aviontix is designed to be an "ancient kingdon" to be inserted into a game world as history. However, you can make it a current game world, if you want.

This is a city deep in the hills of old Aviansis. The path to Merideth is magically obscured, so only those with the pathfinder's gift can find it. The city is still bustling with souls after all these centuries. They trade with each other, make deals, sell things, and even send messages. Unfortunately only a few of them have warm bodies or heartbeats.

It is December 24th. People around the world are doing last minute shopping, traveling, and getting their work done. The world is filled with moments of joy and amusement as the world is desperately getting ready for a joyous holiday (or going to the movies or Chinese food w/ the family… depending on the tradition).

Then, the Gates open and the world changed. Mythics began to appear. However, out of the gates, yes those magical gates, out pours death and mayham into the Malls and Streets. They don’t have a name, nor do they give one. Some call them demons, aliens, or experiments; others just call them Monsters. The Elfs, they call them Grinches.

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Yesterday, new magic appeared upon your world. What happens next.

From the outlook of my new and inexpensive flat, I could see her. She was kneeling in the graveyard across the cobblestoned way in front of a fresh grave. She was in dark mourning gear, complete with those large black hats that were the fashion. A lost lamb I supposed, recently wed, recently widowed, crying for the loss of a loved one. She had been there two days that I noticed, as well as their nights. She never seemed to move, so locked she was in her grief. As I drank a lonely nightcap, I caught the glimpse that changed me. In the pale moon light, I saw the grave buckle. In a foul corruption of Athenean birth, some spawn sprang forth. Not taking my eyes off the horrid scene, I reached over to the weapon I had been cleaning. Before I could grasp it fully, the petite young widow of my imagination cleared a saber concealed under her over cape and removed its loathsome head. After checking her kill, she looked up at me; backlit I assumed by the lamp in the room. She was not just a simple widow, she was Mourner. I held up my glass in a true salute from one professional to another. At that point I knew two new things: That the Unnatural truly had become more active as I had been hearing in the back alleys and I needed to move far from that graveyard.

Kerren is the common/ colonial name for Kerros IV. Kerros is a G3 star in Sector 460. It is a Early Series System off the Bael Line. To players, Kerren is the home to an Against the Storms Campaign. Planets and Places of Kerren is a scroll and codex that will include information about the Planet, the Places, and the Clusters/ Warrens/ and Villages of Kerren.