One thing holds consistent across the numerous worlds of science fiction and fantasy: everyone speaks the same language. Whether it's Lojban, English, Common, or the High Tongue of the Autumn Empire; there's one language that everyone knows, unless plot demands otherwise.

It is the Year of Furtive Shadows, and everyone can smell the changes in the wind. Everyone, from the lowest scully boy up to the regents, knew, deep down, that something must happen soon.

Always wary of the minions of the Lying Ones, for they revel in aberrant actions, and seek only to undo your works and subvert your thoughts. - Excerpt from the Samahhi

[Pariah] 4:20 pm: OMFG!!! It's a gremil swarm.

Weapons used by the nomadic Kazi.

Click, Zap, Fazaz, and Boom; carrying us all to our tomb. -The BombLovers

'There shall be among you lying teachers who shall bring in sects of perdition and And the task will be given to you to bring them the truth. If they will not accept what you bring, you must cut off their heads and trample their bodies underfoot, for this is the only way to save your children, and your children's children, from growing up under false gods and heathen images.' - Excerpt from 'Our Cause'

And Sama decreed a fitting punishment for the liars and the braggarts, to walk the earth for all eternity without their ears or their mouth.

Worshipped by the barbaric warlike people of the southern deserts this sun god takes on the cruelety of the desert sun.

'Had I known then about these vile monsters I would never have ventured into those woods, let alone declare war against them'
—-Unnamed veteran of the Wyrarth Offensive

Soon after, The Trickster came upon another praying mantis, a female in heat. Unable to resist a female of any race, The Trickster obliged the willing creature, being perfectly able in his present form. At the climactic moment something unexpected occurred. As The Trickster issued forth his Divine Seed, the female turned her head slightly, and with blinding speed bit into The Trickster's head, nearly severing it with her first strike. Her next few bites, finished the job, and as Mokkus' headless body spasmed, she began to eat the rest of The Trickster.
-An Excerpt from 'The Oral Traditions of the P'Cheela' as Transcribed by Gyma, Deputy Explorer of the Thyran College

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You have been born into a rebellious world. The whole of history is treason; your blood was spilt before you were even born; the various creeds are but an infidelity to the Truth; and Man's laws are but treason to his Maker. -Passage from the Samahhi