You can't tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on 'em and then it's pretty obvious.

PVT. Quinn, memoirs

Beware the Ice Giants of the north, they are a foul tempered bunch.

Intersectionality is the nebulous web of privilege and discrimination that is the crux of social justice/injustice, and protoculture is the passing of behaviors from one generation to the next among non-human primates

The Fleabirds are a group of people indigenous to North America who have rejected the collectivism and sedentary lifestyle inherent in the Cosmic Era. Rather than living in the gleaming arcologies, steaming geofronts, or the great heaps of the urban rims and favelas. Rather, they live in caravans that travel the countryside of the continent.

30 fairies

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

A Thrall is a terrible and wretched creature, made of equal parts corruption, power, and cowardice

The forge of heroes and the graveyard of tyrants and empires.

A potentially devastating foe with arms, and fists of living stone...

Milord I do present a uniquely industrious city located on the periphery of the Sea of Grass and the bawn of the Ganhojol Forest.

"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"

Some years ago a dark cult was founded in the Forecastle area of Hahvrensburg. The cultists were defeated by a band of heroes. A month after the heroes left the city and went on about their business, something massive came out of the earth.

Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem...one way or another.

Courtly contessas, contributed and collaborated upon by Citadelians!

The Axe has long been the symbol of Ozea, and the weapon of choice from the common footsoldier to the one time King.

No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.

Most Dragons live to accumulate wealth and crouch upon heaps of gold, content to slag troublesome heroes into cinders and distaining the company of men to absolute solitude. Vychan is not such a dragon.

An inn is a good place to rest for the night, unless it is one of these inns. Huge props to Cheka for inspiring this follow up to his 2017 post of similar name, link in the article

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

Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth...