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axlerowes	Conventions of Galactic Cartography By: axlerowes 'Maps are a human thing. They like to make simplified models in which things are labelled, placed on grids and details are glossed over. I assume it is because their minds are spatial and not mathematical. Things to the human mind are defined by there relation to other things. That is why they need two points to draw straight line, whatever that is. Sincerely, though I don't understand the utility of it, but I don't fight it. The Captain says go to grid space 10-K, and I can discern what he means.' -Lagrimal-0201020101, Chief Navigational Program for the FTO freighter Mtuzanizibar. Systems Geological/ Geographical General traveller space sci-fi dynastic migration	by axlerowes 65^xp 6 replies 1636 views
axlerowes	How do you measure a year? Interstellar Chronologies. By: axlerowes 100 Word Piece of Sci-fi Minutia Systems Technical/ Mechanical Specific 100 word challenge 100-word sci-fi dynastic migration	by axlerowes 95^xp 4 replies 1419 views
axlerowes	Slang and Jargon Beneath the Waves: The Big Under By: axlerowes 'Top, my name is Brock Figglewater, I knew your aunt. I tap a piece of pillow that belonged to your aunt, and I jump belongs to you now. You see, I just bought this Stimech, and I jump it was stolen by a bruce named Horace. Horace was a pream tattle of mine. Three weeks ago, I let Horace take out my pream stimech to go bounce along the billibong looking for bubblely-bobs to bring to the spitter's patch. Horace says he ran into some boom sauce and had to hop out of the stimech in just a tater sack. I cannot jump that Hoarace bounced 5 kims across the pillow in a tater sack. I have tapped spitter dops on the Big Under pillow for years, I ain't no trainer. I ain't rigged to swallow dry sand, and I washed Hoarace. But I need my stimech back, and I ain't got the press to go all over the Big Under boiling Hoarce's peals of truth. I need your help.' Systems Societal/ Cultural Specific steampunk	by axlerowes 105^xp 7 replies 2217 views
axlerowes	Hobbit Chair and Eat Racing By: axlerowes A 100 word past time Systems Societal/ Cultural Specific hobbits 100 word challenge halfling	by axlerowes 155^xp 9 replies 1942 views
axlerowes	The Commandments of Koret By: axlerowes One day a man named Koret claimed to realize what was wrong with humanity. Shortly after that he claimed to have figured out how to fix all the world problems, and he wrote down a series of commandments aimed at saving humanity from themselves. Over 500 years after his teachings were literally set into stone people are still talking about what he wrote, and some are even trying to follow it. Systems Societal/ Cultural Specific decathros	by axlerowes 90^xp 2 replies 1804 views 1 HoH
axlerowes	Magical Songs By: axlerowes An annotated play list for Bards, Musical Mages, Sirens, and Supernatural Musicians regardless of time frame or setting. Systems Artistic/Performance General	by axlerowes 295^xp 10 replies 3250 views 3 HoHs
axlerowes	30 Halfling Holidays By: axlerowes Time is measured for most by the events that are both constant and special. "How many Christmas's ago was that?" It should be no different for Halflings. Systems Societal/ Cultural Specific	by axlerowes 255^xp 10 replies 5721 views 3 HoHs
axlerowes	Creation and the Great Wager By: axlerowes A creation myth that sets up a Job like contest between the gods for the souls men. It explains the origins of monsters, magic, death and demi-humans. Systems Divine/ Spirit Specific parna	by axlerowes 130^xp 14 replies 6125 views 1 HoH

“ On some of the islands off the coast, the rites of the local fertility god revolve around ceremonial death and rebirth. The religion's priests have overcome this cycle, however: Each of them is actually undead, ceremonially slain and 'reborn'! Their religion is otherwise unremarkable, being an odd offshoot of the mainland's religions. The priests vow to resist their undead cravings, seeing these as the 'cycle of life' attempting to reclaim their spirits.”

Wulfhere

“ Castoria was once a thriving and prosperous nation, a rich trade center for the surrounding lands. This all changed when, on one fateful night nearly a century ago, the Mist of Eternity rolled in and surrounded the land, obscuring more of the outside world as days and nights passed. By the time the Mist blocked out the sun, a new light shone during what was assumed to be daytime: The Starpoint Spire, a mysterious place atop Castoria's highest peak in the northern-central region. Some say that there is some sort of building atop the mountain shining the dim 'sunlight' onto the land, but it is only ever too bright or too dark to fully make out any structure, not to mention the mountain's immense height. Not a month after the Spire's light lit up, the stars fell. Flaming rocks and debris from far-flung edges of space plummeted downward onto the eastern region of Castoria. Once the shower subsided, a strange energy from within the fallen stars transformed the eastern lands in what are now known as The Voidwastes, a barren gray land littered with craters and strange alien creatures (these can vary, but I had Pathfinder's Akatas in mind). To the south, strange mechanism of eldritch origin are again at work after aeons of rest in the Ruins of Kchuthngnl, an ancient city of non-human creation that is estimated by scholars to be no less that five millennia old. To the west, the once peaceful and serene forest, now known as The Plagued Woods, has been experiencing corruptions of the wildlife and humanoids living there. Some humans have reported creatures that appear not unlike a halfling, except that they can open their mouths to massive proportions to swallow creatures the size of an ogre. When adventurers and citizens alike try to make an escape from Castoria, they are never seen again, and it is utterly unknown whether they found hopeful sanctuary or agonizing death withing the Mist's depths. What is unknown to all residents of Castoria is that all of these events occurred because of the actions of a secret but powerful cult loyal to the Elder Gods who call the space between the planes their abhorrent home. The cult still lives on, larger than ever, and their plan is for the alien horrors to incubate and thrive within the dome of mist that now envelops Castoria, so that when the Elder Gods return as the cult's prophecy foretells, they will have an army of blasphemous creation at their disposal that they will use to make war with and enslave the denizens of the Material Plane.”

Veretrix

“ Orcela - Also called an Orc-Cat, these robust and semi-feral felines are twice the size of normal house cats and are often seem in the retinue of orcish settlements. The animals are fast and mean enough to survive among the adolescent orcs while keeping the scavengers and rodents at bay.”

Scrasamax