On an Alien World where life last 100s of years and memories only a decade, a cult has arisen that defines truth only as what is under the sun.

'If you take out all the bullshit about the machines and the crappy prophecy, The Matrix was pretty close to the truth. Just think about it for awhile and you'll see how much sense it makes. And really, if you were trapped in a game and couldn't wake up, wouldn't you want to know the truth? So you could do something about it?'

' . . . Still haven't convinced you, huh? Here, tell you what: I'll give you my card. Whenever you feel like learning the real truth of this world, give me a call. I'll show you the ropes.'

A stylistic writing challenge

A character sheet for one of the main characters in my 'modern' war story that I am writing. Contains statistics, history and motivation.

Born to King John XVII, Hope did not get standard princess treatment. Yes, she was locked away in a tower, and yes, there was the standard moat of flaming lava, but unlike all the other spoiled brats, she didn't get a dragon. Hope Rexian had to make do with a demon. And this particular demon couldn't even breathe fire! Simply pathetic job done by the cosmos. Hope may have gotten the valiant-knight-who-happens-to-be-called-Prince-Charming-riding-in-and-killing-guardian-on-noble-steed treatment, but some things just won't do. You can't just mess with tradition like that!

' As long Mriulnarth still stand, damnation will always occur '

- Emperor Averemarn I

A tiny marble cherry with an amber heart inlaid. One of the Lolliful Avenger's most devastatingly effective weapons.

If they said Mriulnarth is the Heart of the Demons, then Ashantar is the Beacon of Hope for all humans...

Felim collapsed into the snow, exhausted. It felt like it would be the last fall this time, his limbs stiffening and flesh numb. The adventurer had heard of natives that thrived out here, men who slew bears and made coats of seal fur. But who could build anything out here...?

Just as he felt light start to fade, Felim cast his gaze up to see the sky one last time. He was startled - or would have been, if his body had the energy - to see a furred hood and a leathery face with a toothless grin. 'Ho there, brother!' it spoke. 'You came to just the right place.'

Fo Derarer Agger / The Conqueror Armor

A basic history of the continent of Atheus.

'Bristlebane ale. Tall.'

Mathus looked up. He didn't recognize the man ordering, but he seemed the type: muscles beneath a layer of fat, a snarling expression with most of his teeth missing, fists like summer hams. 'You want it in a bottle?'

'From the tap.'

Mathus nodded. 'This way,' he said, stepping from behind the bar and into the back room, the 'customer' following.

A fresh-faced young man sitting at the bar looked around, confused. 'Bristlebane? Sounds adventurous.'

'You couldn't handle it, son,' an older man said from across the plank bar with a hint of derision. 'It'd right kick your ass.'

A description of the geography of Atreus. This sub will also be an umbrella sub for all the coming Atreus subs.

Combat heavy sessions make for short summaries

'Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.' -- Arthur C. Clark

Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist

The gnome hefts the giant tome situated on his back and then pushes his round spectacles up his protruding nose. He rubs the tip of his nose, knowing that he should really stop studying with his face so close to the books. The skin would sometimes rub off the tip during long hours of recording and study. Specks were moving on down the road, and he produces a spyglass from a loop on his hip. Through the lens, he spots a group of adventurers. He grins from ear-to-ear and gives a hoot, almost losing his balance due to the weight of the book on his back.

'These fellows look like they have purpose! It's time to find out what they're up to!'

Light personal armor worn in the Cosmic Era, the intermediate between flak jackets and ballistic plate and full powered combat armor

A charming but withdrawn noble who goes out and kills people in the name of The Locust at night.

The basics of magnetic weaponry in the Cosmic Era