The Food Riots is a generic plot for use in the Cosmic Era

7 libraries of the DungeonVerse

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

The Anunnaki are a secret society in the Cosmic Era

Hammered from Stygian steel and inlaid with demonbone and bejeweled with demon jade and black diamonds, the blackest of blackguards are filled with lust and envy to possess this armor

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

We made a mistake, we assumed they were normal goblins, short and cranky as they were. We thought the horns were some sort of decoration or one of their fetishes. The horns were attached and they were much more than mundane grots. They were hell grots. 

A parcel of pretty princesses

Why rum all gone?

An article concerning the nature and role of druids in an RPG enviroment.

A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.

Hello? Is there anybody out there, can anybody hear me?

Some years ago a dark cult was founded in the Forecastle area of Hahvrensburg. The cultists were defeated by a band of heroes. A month after the heroes left the city and went on about their business, something massive came out of the earth.

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.

Being a Decepticon is a deep and personal decision, one not taken lightly.

Do you know of the most precious of my stones? You should be familiar with the Jewels of the Jaw, you have several my dear.

Crazy old woman, selling pieces of bone and fake charms. The fact that the villagers even tolerate the old eye-roller hag demonstrates a lack of piety to the Faith.

Abbot Bilwhite

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

The Book of Hammerskjold

A Revised and improved collection of scallywags, scoundrels, and nautical ne'er do wells.

I bring the sword, nothing more...