30 Locations for Terrasquestone

A five-room dungeon based on inspiration from the Citadel Discord

The conventional kitchen is a relic of the Petroleum Era, and the vast majority of domestic spaces in the Cosmic Era do not have a kitchen. They have a Kitchenette, roughly the size of a current entertainment center

A grim perspective on the future of the fast food industry

Behold the Holy Land, now desecrated by the unholy and infernal. What was once the most sacred city is now transformed into a blasphemous mockery of its former self. The demons call this abomination "New Dis". ~A former Catholic priest who introduces a UAC marine turned crusader to the settlement.

A nearly endless library in which every book that could ever exist lies within.

The Golden Gate Skyprison is a triple-max prison floating above the Republic of California

Just one of many military industrial 'Pocket Factories'

Giant Robotic spider that loves farming, Buddhism and selling weapons of mass destruction. The cosmic era.

Also known as the Saturn Science Center, the Cykranosh Ader-Wissenschaft is a clandestine arcanotech research facility concealed in the clouds of Saturn.

The pursuit for immortality is over, eternity is now.

Paradigm City

Habitats and stations that float

'Riversheart! Center of Civilization, of the Holy Empire! Long may that City reign supreme!'

Jarden Ruthpole, drunk peddler

An explanation of souls, spirits, and what happens after death. Part of my main setting, first introduced in Primal Essence, Primals, and the Creation of the Realms.

An origin story for the main setting I build in. There are aspects missing, and certain things need proper names. In addition, there are related topics I'll write about in other, related submissions, and the whole setting has a 'phase 2' (or sequel setting) in a hypothetical future where certain, massively world-changing events take place. I'll list related submissions at the bottom, as clickable links.

It was said that the King fell from grace so abruptly that the earth opened up beneath his citadel so he could fall for eternity. This is exactly what happened...

Down it falls, a great concentric castle of dark stone. Cracked and broken, though upright, pieces large and small fall together in concert, frequently dashing against each other, or drawing apart to create wide gulfs to expose the hungry blackness below.

And in this tumbling castle, there sits a king, his head heavy with his crown, his hands clutching his throne in unending terror.

In a time when synth-brewing and artificial concoctions are the norm, Burly Bill's Beautiful Beverages stands out amongst the gleaming storefronts with its dark oak frames around stained glass windows.

A Sundered Realm, flotsam of a world.

The fort seemed like every small boys dream, but in fact it was a very well made magical prison, and the young prince only learned the truth when it was too late and the magic sucked him inside, his cries from his now inch high body too quiet to be heard.