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

"a new (scientific) truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it."

Max Planck

A Geezer (proper noun) is the male version of a Hag. They are not related to, nor do they interact with Hags.

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.

For every Firestarter, Professor X, and Eleven, there are a dozen modestly useful parapsychic powers, and at least one or two completely useless parapsychics

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

Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.

:tip of the hat to Cheka Man for this bit of inspiration:

Extracted from the 30 Mecha Design Flaws submission. Edited and reconfigured as a setting neutral piece for use in military aspected settings and most if not all flaws can be used on any vehicle or large piece of hardware.

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

T'would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast...

Thief, murderer, mercenary, criminal boss and general pox on humanity.

Inspired by Ulysses Klaue

An arcanotech weapon system, also known as an implosion bomb, a Schwartzchild, or a Corrosion Warhead

30 NPCs of an antagonist persuasion and disreputable lifestyle.

There is a place where only the foolhardy and the greedy dare to go. Why do I say foolhardy, because of all of the poor souls who have entered that dark place...none have yet to return.

From sticks and stones to the modern faith. (May be offensive to some readers, read with caution)

The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it's on you and then it's two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead

PVT Thomas Quinn.

The fifth generation of gynoid robots produced for the inhabitants of Technopolis.

For twenty seven years I lived a strange and unimaginable life, and one morning I woke up divorced from life. I was awake.

I wish I could go back to sleep

By Merlin's Beard!