The Group Arrives in Cranson. Intrigue follows.

A cultural phenomenon born from the warrior poet ideal of the Samurai adopted into the mainstream of society

The unnatural offspring of a zombie father and a human mother.

Changing the Maddux is a difficult as changing the weather. And like the storm on the horizon, all one can do when Maddux sings is to prepare yourself as best you can.

If you were to wander the Spiked Sea today this is one of the movers and shakers you might meet.

Human Interaction and Relations Robot, female appearance

The food of the Gods: specifically a bitter sappy God.

Where Gods go to Grieve

'We came expecting a broken moon or wayward asteroids, but this... I don't think anyone's seen anything of its like. There's an astounding amount of material here. We're looking in the records, trying to match some of the artifacts, but there's nothing like it. I don't know what most of this does, but my God is it complex. We're looking at, at least, what, two decades of potential salvage, maybe more, then the cartography of the local moon for more. We're definitely here to stay.'

- Phaeton Venator, recovered personal log

Also known as Chromatics, polychromes, rainbow people, or smurfs

Slumbering within a prison of ice and snow, adrift in the oceans of the north, Gundrak dreams without end.

All Maire wanted was to give her husband a child. She wasn't about to let death stand in the way.

Programs, HoloFeeds, and S3 Sims from the Cosmic Era

An industrious colony of Gnomes have managed to turn a hostile environment into a bread basket.

The hyperborean realm of the Eternal Flame

An explorer gone missing. A king in panic. A treasure to find.

Welcome to the Craggy Peaks. We hope you don't freeze to death.

That would mean we couldn't... play.

'And Arathinos brandished the Foe-Reaper, and let loose a battle cry. He stood, with rain pouring out of the heavens, on a mountain of bodies. The rain washed the blood through channels in the corpses. Arathinos raised the Foe-Reaper and saluted the fleeing enemies before him, as lightning crashed around him.

The Foe-Reaper is a great blade. With the years spent in Arathinos's hands, it has taken up a myriad of powers. And most prominent among those powers is dramatic effect. What is more morale-sapping than seeing your enemy with a backdrop of lightning, as if the arrows of the heavens stand with your foe?'

Lavish glade and lush green field,

Wizen'd oaks; to the blight all yield.

Weeping trees of crimson blood,

the Fields of Flesh turn life to mud.

Will you tread and smile and sleep

where devils dance and angels weep?

Captain Blackthorn grimaced against the salt air that sandblasted his face. His men were weary, his ship was falling apart and the hold was replete with treasures beyond counting. It was time to head home and enjoy the bounty that years at sea had brought them. As he braced himself against the pressing squall he considered the conundrum of converting said bounty into a transferable asset that could easily be spent without arousing suspicion of the local militia or the jealousy of rival pirates. If only large amounts of wealth could be represented on something as light and unobtrusive as a piece of paper. But then Blackthorn had a idea:

'I know what we'll do! We'll bury it!...'