'Attention, Flesh-beings! The time is now Sun-High-point-five, towards dark, 180 Units Past. Curfew in 30 Units. You are welcome.'

Something flashes beneath the waves, a hint of green scales surfaces. A rainbow colored crest breaks the waters surface followed by a huge beast.

Created for a freedom fighter situation where a group's purpose is to liberate provinces or citizens, or to simply escape to regroup later.

Driven by the need to keep his descendants fed, Daniel Andersson is one of the more peculiar undead - and gods - one might ever come across.

They had laughed at him in the past, and the press nicknamed him the Admiral, but when the global temperature rose by five degrees, and the waves swept in and drowned the cities, it was his turn to laugh.

Circle help me, I ran like a little girl…

Picture the wildest rodeo you've ever seen. Now picture it half a mile above the earth.

Castle Merciless. Home of He who dwells in nightmares.

Just off the craggy cliffs of Corundum, under the rippling blue ocean waves, seven stones stand. They rise majestically from the ocean floor, references to some long ago civilization. Meaningless, now, to all but the most learned.

Tucked back in the corner of Kiskedee square, off of Aasvogel, is the Hornless Goat. The tavern is as non-descript and plain as any business can be and still maintain itself in passable fashion. No one notices the patrons of that small overlooked place.

A simple and fun fantasy octopus ready to be used as an ally, pet, or interesting meal

Few things define a ship more than her guardian spirit.

A city of salt and subterfuge.

When a mission becomes something more.

A colourful but universally applicable calendar.

GMs definitely need to enforce strict "in character" play, eliminate "across the table" chatter, and by doing so - set the scene for an awesome role-play experience!

The Brande Islands are now a hell on earth for the majority of their inhabitants, but it was not allways that way...

Completely silent; jumping from Shadow to Shadow, he stalked his prey through the streets. Dawn would be coming soon, and he did not want to be caught within the enemy's grasp.

It is unwise to speak the name of the Great Demon of the Ocean if you are close enough to the sea to smell the salt in the air. It is inviting disaster to speak it's name when you are on the ocean itself.