What do you mean, the little wriggly ones you throw at fish or the big rock ones that squish people?

While the glory goes to the battlemechs, during the height of the Star Empire, the martial machines were said to be outnumbered 20 to 1 by their menial brethern, the industrial mechs

The pre-eminent industrial power of the Carinelle Cluster and the Confederation of Stars

It was never really that nice of a place, but the orbital bombardment, viral bombing, and nuclear war didnt help anything.

One day nothing, two weeks later they had a pre-con base deployed and instead of a stagnant zone we had a category three offensive breathing down our neck, damn the bastards who came up with that monstrosity, and our own bastards for not having any of our own!

I've seen a lot of things in my time lad, six legged mechs, tanks with arms, jets that turn into mechs, but I've never seen anything like that.

Never?

Never.

A hulking testament to the authority, affluence, and capability of the Yerisian Regime

One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.

The whales of the deep are not to be trifled with, those who hunt them are as mad as those who think to slay dragons.

30 more limitations to the practise of magic, aka Why Everyone Cant be a Magic User

Vampiric panties? What a base a vulgar term, they are discretionary undergarments. Please, they are Braies of the Tides.

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!

Mapmaker's bane, a few of these can ruin a decade of cartography!

Teens and Vampires, How to tell if your Son or Daughter has Fallen for One of the Undead

A Temple of the Sun Pamphlet

Being a Decepticon is a deep and personal decision, one not taken lightly.

You came here in that? You are brave

Mind the nettles son, it's wet out.

The Zombie Strain, as the infection was most commonly known, was actually identified as PrP-1174, a prion.

It's just a shoddy old hand bag, pay it no mind.

Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.