Not a bad weapon, but don't miss. It takes about six minutes to reload...

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 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.

When arcanotech fails, it fails spectacularly

In the royal year 451, also known as the year of Red Leaves, something strange occured. A star fell blazing from the heavens, in to the Midlands. Imperial Wizardry could be sent to examine the object. However things changed in the area. Royal Viziers were unable to postulate a cause for the matter, but the fact that none of the countyfolk were alive led to the whisper of one, chilling word. Zombie.

An emerald, the size of three fists, and burning with an inner light. A most worthy prize for any adventuring party.

A healing charm with an... annoying side effect

The California of the Cosmic Era, Turkey

AKA 7 steps to creating a MacGuffin

have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth shall lie between thy eyes. Thou shalt cast thy enemies between thy hooves, but thou shalt carry my friends upon they back. Thy saddle shall be the seat of prayers to me. And thou fly without any wings, and conquer without any sword.
The Koran

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

Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind's history of expansion.

30 locations of interest in the Cosmic Era

Sleep with a cloth wrapped around your face or you'll be a frungy garden in the morning...

An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.

Think twice before giving your children extreme in utero biomodification. Your decision will last for my lifetime.

Zoe 3000

Revenge, but at what cost?

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

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.

"There is something about the outside of a horse...that is good for the inside of a man."

Winston Churchill