A goddess with a holy object of veneration in every pocket, wallet and bank; as well as down the sides of the big comfy chair in the inn.

Enclosed in this document is the account of Mr. Johnathan Crewes, who was recently incarcerated in the Psychiatric Ward, of how he was driven insane. He shall be soon shipped to the St. Josephine Asylum for the Mentally Disturbed.

It was said that the King fell from grace so abruptly that the earth opened up beneath his citadel so he could fall for eternity. This is exactly what happened...

Down it falls, a great concentric castle of dark stone. Cracked and broken, though upright, pieces large and small fall together in concert, frequently dashing against each other, or drawing apart to create wide gulfs to expose the hungry blackness below.

And in this tumbling castle, there sits a king, his head heavy with his crown, his hands clutching his throne in unending terror.

And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call 'guidelines' than actual rules. - Barbossa to Elizabeth, Pirates of the Caribbean.

An axe of extraordinary power. There couldn't possibly be anything harmful about it- right?

While enjoying a meal in the local tavern, the party strikes up a conversation with another customer, who is witty and urbane.

Late is the hour, dark the night. Clouds blanket out the moon and stars. A lone figure is seen slipping out of the forest and onto the main road leading into the village, in search of it's doctor.

The wastelands of the Cosmic era are a harsh environment, littered with wreckage, contaminated with chemical weapon residue, and radiation, and inhabited by mutants, monsters, and the strange creatures hemorrhaged from dimensional fatigue events. The denizens who are hardy enough to live in this terrain make due with their own sort of gear.

A sorcerer with evil intentions or just a murderer waiting for another fool?

At a crossroads, the characters come across a trio of thick poles set into the ground, just outside the overlapping roads.

An obviously wealthy and beautiful woman contracts the PC's to solve a missing persons case. The missing person is her younger sibling, a teenage boy.

Remember those cliché taverns the storyteller took you in a hurry? With the fat bartender who's just cleaning a mug as you enter? Yeah, none of those here...

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil had done for the rest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike

The bosun brained with a marlinspike

And cookey's throat was marked belike

It had been gripped by fingers ten;

And there they lay, all good dead men

Like break o'day in a boozing ken

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game

- The sculptures seem alive

- Your right, I think I know what to do with the horse, but I'm not touching the snake!

Machine, AI, being, God? The best guarded secret of the country of Egypt, Former Earth. One which secured them their galactic future and survival, at the same time, damning them in the eyes of every nation of the Republic for an eternity.

The Bannington Lapur LRTI AA Particle Rifle was developed by Deimos Inc to replace the Republic's older R3X7 Particle Rifle. The weapon is currently only being used by Elite Clone Units and Special Forces and is still undergoing trials. Several prototypes are known to exist their whereabouts unknown except for the original which is on display at the Republic Central Fleet's Museum of Armaments.

One of the rising interests in the Cosmic Era is the realm of robotic sports.

In a time when synth-brewing and artificial concoctions are the norm, Burly Bill's Beautiful Beverages stands out amongst the gleaming storefronts with its dark oak frames around stained glass windows.

30 fairies

From sticks and stones to the modern faith. (May be offensive to some readers, read with caution)