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 Druids of the Teufel-Grün Forest

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.

"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"

Does that thing ever shut it's blasted mouth? Why did you give it one to begin with?

Untold years, laying in the deep
Sheltered in the sepulchre earth
Borne by the dead who never speak
Funeral Gold and Grave Silver
Beware the gift
Beware the giver

These items, potent wards against spirits, were once commonplace. Following the end of the old Empire the methods of their manufacture was lost and none new have been made in the intervening centuries.

The Axe has long been the symbol of Ozea, and the weapon of choice from the common footsoldier to the one time King.

Worse than those of the Shattered Orb are those who have fallen from the Bright Path and Axtrami's grace. Yet among them are some who have recieved the extreme blessing of Axtrami, to become glass themselves...

The Seven Lords of the Peninsulari each wore a magical signet ring identifying them as a sovereign lord.

A tall lanky man with a distracted air, well versed in arcanotechnology, parapsychology, and a collector of molds, spores, and fungus.

Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.

Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill

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

This acting troupe travels across Calcobrina, delivering their own interpretation of popular plays, almost always to a standing room only crowd.

That there is a big gun, partner...
Sure is. Feeling lucky?
Uh...no

A type of ring crafted during a particularly brutal time period

Small bits of precious metal, and flawless jewels woven into the mane of a noble steed

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

30 tanks and not quite tanks and it looks like a tank but legally it isnt.

also known as a great rat, wererat, or goblin rat