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Scrasamax	Terramax Cruiser By: Scrasamax The largest warship of the Terran Hegemony capable of landing on Earth and launching again into orbit. Items SpaceShips Combat cruiser	by Scrasamax 142^xp 7 replies 5350 views
Scrasamax	Fissionable Core By: Scrasamax The first power cores Items SpaceShips Campaign Defining	by Scrasamax 145^xp 12 replies 6614 views
manfred	Firefly Ships By: manfred Ships, that have character, are the best means to get to the stars. Items SpaceShips Non-Magical firefly space	by manfred 190^xp 18 replies 8498 views

“ 'If the Eyes are the windows to the soul, then his soul was burning in Hell.'”

Drackler

“ A certain tribe in a valley believes that the soul remains trapped in the body after death and is aware of it. So they treat their dead as if they are alive, talking to them and keeping them at home. They are used to the stink and for some reason are also immune to the diseases that this practise causes but outsiders are not so lucky.”

Cheka Man

“ Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool. Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way. Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again! Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.”

Murometz