Alternate forms of matter

A treatise covering the major religions and role of religion in the Cosmic Era

Tsang Wuqiong, the August Emperor of Jade, the Infinite King

The pursuit for immortality is over, eternity is now.

Also known as sack-boys or burlap men

The Tau Sable team is a variable membership unit based around vehicular operations in North America. The unit is in many ways unique as it relies on seemingly retro-tech and the badly decayed and abandoned mass transit systems of the Petroleum Era.

A relentless and unearthly durable type of dimensional fatigue 'denizen'

A simple addition to the riddles often used to open doors or paths in a dungeon. The party are presented with a riddle and then have to draw the answer in the sand box.

The core of every clever machine is the machine cortex, the droid brain.

While no means a great film, Fant4stic Four isn't nearly as bad as critics would have you believe.

Those magnificent men, in their flying machines...some of them air cadets, others who are long-toothed veterans of war in the air.

AKA 7 steps to creating a MacGuffin

Latin for literally 'A Pleasant Place'

A common domestic animal in the Siogalish household, the buckfowl isn't much different from a chicken at first. Until you get a look at its head.

In the Cosmic Era, time has been adapted to the Metric system.

Near the end of many a heroic venture or quest a brave band of adventurers upon return will find it necessary to seek out a sage, a wisened person, looking for the answer to a riddle, to decipher a map, or to unlock a geas or curse placed on one of their own. The strangest of quests, those touched by the madness of the fae, the eldritch influence of the outsiders and abominations, and those tainted by the hellish realms, are best met by the mysterious sage known only as Mugwort.

A reference guide to the major physical features and settlements of County Siogal.

Herin are a number of ways your magic item might come into being, apart from something you order from your local wizard.

The two of them peered down at Erath menacingly through the trees. He rested his palm on the jeweled hilt of his sword, ready to cut one of them down the moment they touched the ground. With any luck, he could swing quickly enough not to find a dagger in his spleen. What he wasn't expecting was the sharp, discordant noise behind him. Whipping around, it was a third creature, gripping a violin in its spindly, sinister hands. Sweat still beading down his forehead, Erath looked down to the poorly scrawled sign at its feet, reading: 'Will pley 4 gold.'

'Maps are a human thing. They like to make simplified models in which things are labelled, placed on grids and details are glossed over. I assume it is because their minds are spatial and not mathematical. Things to the human mind are defined by there relation to other things. That is why they need two points to draw straight line, whatever that is. Sincerely, though I don't understand the utility of it, but I don't fight it. The Captain says go to grid space 10-K, and I can discern what he means.'

-Lagrimal-0201020101, Chief Navigational Program for the FTO freighter Mtuzanizibar.