There are sewers beneath the cobbled stone streets, carrying the filth of society away, rather than letting it pile up into steaming heaps of refuse. Something has moved into the sewers and is now coming to the surface to feed.

Just what it says on the tin

The street is wide, and smoothly paved, with trees planted along the sides. The houses are mansions and palaces, each surrounded by stone and ironwork walls that are as much decorative as they are protective. These are the summer homes of the Princesses, and ladies of privelage.

The original piece of hardware for controlling a mech

Fluffy headed plant things with an equally fluffy headed personality

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

Synonymous with poverty...

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

Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?

No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.

A muse in a bottle, greatness distilled into a single gulp.

Nestled among the smaller and less noticed store fronts, hidden among the sundry vendors, and purveyors of beads, cheap jewelry, and meat-on-a-stick products in a small building that smells strongly of hot linen, cotton, soap...and goblin.

A famous hero has died, but his dying request was the be buried beneath the willow, and he has asked the PCs if they will carry his body there and bury him.

None left upon the Mountain, my brothers in arms.

Motto of the Society of the White Azalea

7 members of the Other Council in Terrasquestone

Inspired by the Five in One challenge, the Emblem of Novercalis is a campaign inspired not by five subs, but by five idea seeds.

Light infantry units, with assorted skill sets

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)

30 ways to show off wealth

Cowardly maggots! Bow your thrice cursed heads and thank the goddess that you still draw unworthy breath!

Doyenne Unson