Incarceration in the Cosmic Era, adjustable for futuristic and dystopian settings

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

Greentails, sirens, mermaids, merfolk, the creature you think of when you hear these names is a Tangaroa.

Most folk would call an argillomatus a clay golem. They would be wrong.

As it says on the tin

An area known for sweeping mountain vistas, and sleepy alpine hamlets has all but exploded with miners, adventurers, and thieves. Dwarves are showing up in troops, while orcs are churning towards the valley. The reason? Simple...

There's gold in them thar hills!

Mercenaries and bounty hunters? We don't need the help of scum like that.

Vice-Admiral Koszcu

They were formidable even before they learned how to use weapons.

Nahactl, the Wanderer

An unusual spell

Via Humanitae - For Humans to live and thrive, non humans must be removed.

Good luck, and good fortune favors those who possess the Pillars of the Alchemist.

...and why they should be avoided like the plague.

A voice as supple as silk, a face hidden in the shadows of a hood, yet the words she speaks are colder than the grave and burn more furiously than any inferno.

A composite calendar devised by magi based on the movement of the stars rather than the movement of the moon or the sun.

Worse than those of the Shattered Orb are those who have fallen from the Bright Path and Axtrami's grace. Yet among them are some who have recieved the extreme blessing of Axtrami, to become glass themselves...

In an age of lawlessness and war, there is one man who stands up against bandits and tyranny. That man is Michael Long, aka…the Gunman

The Mines are quite old, but even after 700 years, they still produce the Queen's best iron ore...

The earth is bleached white, and brittle underfoot. Ribs and vertebrae litter the ground like driftwood and in the distance, colossal bones of slain giants rise like hungry fingers clawing at the iron grey sky. The wind rises, howling through the empty eye sockets of hollow skulls. A rain of hail begins, pelting the ground with fingerbones and teeth.

Welcome, ye miserly sinners. Welcome to Hell.

She left me, I couldn't deal with it. I sat there with the barrel of the gun in my mouth for a long time before I pulled the trigger.

(Graphic Warning: Not for delicate eyes)

Also known as the Staff of the Bodyguard