Not all of the mermaids and sea sirens are half fish, there are other things that live in the sea

If you wake up in a field of green grass, looking at a woman of flesh and steel. Be glad, you are dead. If you wake up covered in blood and shit, be gladder still. For you are alive and your time is not yet come!

Doyen Velit

With her gray hair in a grandmotherly bun, and wont to wear grey dresses with lace and floral brocade, few would suspect the kindly Mistress of the bakery and part time apothecary of being a child of dark magic...

By Merlin's Beard!

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.

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

Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.

In the great city of Ozea, the funeral processions of the dead are followed by the Chalice Bearers, mourners who gather their tears to annoint the deceased.

Because everyone always needs a new magic sword

A very brief set of guidelines for writing material in or for the Cosmic Era setting

I'm sure this is a genie's lamp, give it a rub and let's get out wishes!!!

...and a star to steer her by.

In the vein of the other Random Encounter threads, now comes the thread for Oceanic encounters

The Circle of Pharisrak has existed for centuries, it's assassins are considered to be untouchable. Not one has every been seen, let alone sent to justice.

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.

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer

Luchildsburg? Yeah I remember that place, they had the black ale that tasted so bad.

The blighted and forgotten hall of a once mighty demon lord

The Gjallarman are a violent primitive tribe that serves chaos, and are appropriate foes to be fought and slain without moral compunction

Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless

It's a crappy Mk.9 Sunbeam pistol, I'll give you 200 credits for it.

Sgt. Dietzman, retired ordinance officer and gun dealer