Imagine a land to the East (or just Far Away) that trades with your lands with the occassional Caravan. This land is all about The Civilization: The Order of Things, The Celestial Buracracy, The Mantle of Heaven, and clerical abilities defining who was in charge (due to their being touched by the Gods).

Zufa is a trickster god, one who is cursed daily by those who suffer from his minor inconveniences.

You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany... ," Obiwan (Ben) Kenobi said. Well, I think you can. Everyone has those "dark places" in their world. Post them up and let's compare.

Mystical forces applied to to a commonday item like pottery... are you up to the challenge?

Twisted and cave-filled are many of the coastlines of Acqua, scoured by the mighty waves and sucking currants and tides. If you are not careful when approaching one of these caves, you might well not be able to dodge in time as one or more spines spring out at you.

Some see him as a loathesome reminder of their faliure to cow a race humanity deems unworthy of existence. Others deem him a noble hero and resistance-fighter, a beacon of hope and courage to all the downtrodden of the galaxy.

Regardless, you don't want to smell his breath. Or ever see him up close.

The Celestrial Dance, The Weave of the Spirit, The Dance of Time, The Song of Reality, and The Flow of the Seasons, are aspects of the Eternal Pattern. The Gods are the walkers, dancer, weaver, paths, and guidepoints of the reoccuring pattern. They are the manifest primal forces that make up the pattern of the universe - The Eternal Pattern

We are keepers of the Lore of the Eternal Pattern.
The Guides are here to show The People the steps and rhythms of the Celestrial Dance. The Common Church shows how people can walk or dance in the footsteps of the Pathkeepers, the Great Gods above.
His Most Divine Holy Caller Charlius III

'Careful where you step. There're grassbiters 'round here.'
-Farmer Jorl

The champion of the Goddess of War!

Dedicated to the gods of death and darkness...

The wraith-witches of Bhudokima create these stones for the braves of the Mani tribes; they are tools of barbarian voodoo, infused with simple magic.

These are an Old Peoples, the original occupants of Daletal. They have been displaced by the Humans into the back corners of The Six Lands and the Badlands. For generations they waited for a sign so they could take their revenge against the Humans. The Great One came and led them. They swarmed across The Six Lands and ruled! Then The Fall occured. Their numbers have been greatly reduced since the time of their vengence, the Time of Merideth. They have returned to their back corners of The Six Lands. They wait for the Return of the Great One.

The Sleeping King is a near mythic figure that has a presence in real history. Originally called the Lost King, he came from a Land to the East where he had been a King. He left his Land because he felt he had failed his people ( the details are vague upon this point). He arrived here to discover a land under the boot of Merideth the Great. He vowed that, 'All people shall be free to live as they need to live. No one should live as a slave to a man or fear!' Thus he began to lead. From a small band came The Six Armies Who Were One. Upon the final assault on Merideth, he brought freedom to The Six Lands. Then left, vowing to return if needed.

This powerful and ruthless legendary leader amassed an army of Beastmen and mercenaries conquering most of The Six Lands. His rule was ruthless, treating the people of the lands as slaves. He took the resources he needed for his campaigns without regard for the 'sheep' left behind. He oppressed the people for nearly two decades before being overthrown by the Six Armies who march as One and the Sleeping King.

Do as thou Will...

A dice game of secrecy and side bets where even the looser can win.

The screeching and squealing sound pierced our skull like a hot poker edging at the back of our mind and taking over any free thought. We knew what it was that was coming for us and could run no more, trapped like a mouse in a maze we frantically ran in circles trying to get away from the inevitable. It towered over us like a frozen monster . . . wait . . . it was. It ran its limbs against its own body knowing what the sound did to us. We cried in agony and horror; in pain physically and mentally. Knowing the fate that would befall us we cried in tight balls on the floor . . . the sound . . . it stopped. I looked up to see it walking away, its shoulders heaving. If I didn't know better I would think it was laughing at me for my fear of it. I'll never know for sure, I hope against all hope that I never will.

- Srowley, adventurer and historian

Savage orcs, intelligent apes, desperate ghosts, and one very lucky little girl.
A curious little side-trek for starting level PCs.

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