How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?

Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris

The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.

Born entirely from the Witch Freetext Challenge

Where many a woman's heart is filled with longing for love, or the comfort of the hearth and home, this arrogantly beautiful woman is consumed with but one thing. Ambition. Born without a heart, but with the grace and genteel manners of the aristocracy, she is the iron fist in a lace glove.

The Tattered are driven by hatred. All their lives they have done without, and given a chance to close in on those who 'have' they kill with disturbing intensity.

drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game

An energy dense supermaterial

According to Ars Geotia the standard formations of power consist of ley lines, confluences and founts. this system has been long accepted, and is quite incorrect...

A radical terrorist organization bent on world dominance, willing to use blackmail, revolution, anarchy and military action to achieve their goals.

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

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

I'm beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don't let this go on...

Memoirs of the Nameless soldier

Tete-a-tete, adjective:

1. Private; confidential; familiar.
2. A private conversation between two people.
3. A short sopha intended to accommodate two persons.

Drawn from the rather generic Gunslinger Adept from Shadowrun, but influenced very strongly by the 2002 film Equilibrium and the 2008 Wanted.

Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.

For barrel that explode when you shoot them, there's only one name you can count on, that's ACME.

The great paradoxes of the Universe is that everything follows almost exactly the same course, yet in doing so, is somehow still unique and with importance and value.

O Jewel of the Mountain, forget not your storied splendor...

quote of Darak One-Eye, historian

My dark past will never let me rest, the only solace I find is bathed in the light of the moon. Tell me, have you ever danced with a devil in the pale moonlight?

'Come in, come in. I knew you were coming.

How did I know? Your brother told me.

Yes, yes I know your brother died in the war several years ago, he has told me all about it.'