Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.

Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.

Courtly contessas, contributed and collaborated upon by Citadelians!

The Stalker Mausoleum is the hulk of a Stalker assault mech, converted into a mausoleum by a wasterlander warlord known as the Devastator 

The art of putting spells within spells.

An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars

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

Organic elements, flowing lines, and an absence of sharp angles and corners all are elements of the Elvenesque style of architecture.

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

Seven things a beast core can be used for.

A horrific device only employed by the most black hearted of magic users.

...And then the evil necromancer killed everyone and made them into zombies to do really evil things. I mean really evil, kicking puppies, eating kittens and making lewd sexual gestures at unsuspecting shoppers at Wal-Mart. Yeah and he had a severed head for a hat and was eating a sandwich made out of real lady-fingers...

Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.

Aircraft vanished from the skies, and it changed the way war would be fought for over three centuries.

Barnacles and bilge rats, a pernicious package of perfidious pirates!

If you wake up in a field of green grass, looking at a woman of flesh and steel. Be glad, you are dead. If you wake up covered in blood and shit, be gladder still. For you are alive and your time is not yet come!

Doyen Velit

The body is a temporary host for a transcendental creature, though most of these creatures fail to transcend before the death of the host. I shall not fail.

Morgellon Mantengase

A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.

'I've got to finish it, I've got to...'

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!