'The gods have chosen to smite us today my brethren...but we must fight back'

'How damn it we're just men...insects before their power'

'We will have to find the dagger'

Quite simply, the most sophisticated and pound for pound most dangerous vehicle in the skies of the Cosmic Era

Genimals are the stock and trade of BioCreches and one of the foundation technologies of the biosphere repair effort

'Alright where is the beast so that I can size it up?'

'That's the thing...you see that mountain range over there?'

'Yeah, the twin spires, what of it?'

'Well that's the beast'

Do me a favor, stay dead this time.

The product of the Entwiner's art, this net is carefully crafted with nearly invisible knots in its fine mesh. These knots speak in the language of Entwining Magic, the words of keeping and holding.

You walk into the room and it is like stepping into the grand library. Wall to wall and floor to ceiling is taken up by leather bound loaded bookshelves. All of the tomes are in varying states of decay and none of which are new.

One of the side effects of the rampant cloning and genetic augmentation in the Cosmic Era is the slow emergence of genetic castes.

The walking siege engines of the Cosmic Era

The Rocky Mountain Republic owes in large it's existence to a single limited run of primitive mechs, the Assault/Bombard Mech model 1.

An Amazon nation in the Cosmic Era

A common tool of necromancers, nether mages, and others who are privvy to the arts of the dead and undead

The Fae, they are called, though the reason they are not called by their true name, the Fairies, has been lost to the ages- at least, by the humans. The other races know, the other races know well of the Fae.

Humans have a very short memory. The elves, the dwarves, the goblins, the orcs, they don't. They remember of the interactions between Atheians and the Fae all those years ago in that other age. They know what happened. But the humans... they have forgotten.

This is why they will be the first to die.

An agent of the Vatican, Father Titus is one of it's highest ranking and most effective special agents.

Sisters raised in the aviation business, for use in a modern setting

During the Death Wars one unit was created filled with fanatics bearing unique tattoos that gave them an invaluable ability impressive in any military action: the ability to cheat death.

Call me 'Creature', lostling, half-dragon of the planes; ie Corporal John Hearthfeld, Esq. - Assassin/ Enforcer 'Rat-snake' .

Starts with scene excerpts, followed by working notes, ends with actual used Character Sheet data.

They came upon us suddenly, no sound preceding them until the splashing of their feet drew our eyes towards them. The wolf-things neither howled or snarled as they tore into our ranks.

The Reposians, unlike the rest of Atheus, respect rather than fear the sea. In fact, this respect has grown to border on love and dependence. It is a fact, naturally, that most of Reposian exports are seafoods, and most of its income is from sea-based reasons, from oceanic trading vessels to fish.

A stern matron, 1950's pinup and failed protector against nuclear winter.

Her first contact will be on a laptop or mobile unit of some kind. The text 'Can you help me?' will be written all over the screen.

Ms. Carlyle has made her presence known.