The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era

Author: K.Wordsmith
The cover depicts a stylized rose with one drop of blood dripping from one of its thorns.

(But is there more than meets the eye with this book, of bloody course there is!)

Herein lies the histories of Warpriest Lazarus, righteous fist of Tridoa. Lord Lightward the Lunar Hammer.

Herein lies the birth of Lazarus Lightward the Hellpriest; Trickster of Devils and Master of the Bloodied Moon.

When we learned of these majestic creatures, what else could we do? Such potential!

Those sissy boys in the army, they gotta have their 'bots and guns, shiny vehicles and iron suits. Me, I don't need none of that. I've got everything I need on me.

Cagle, Claremont Class Biomod Mercenary

These are items of great interest to the Players Cult, and show a few potential ways to bring them into a larger campaign.

The First three are of particular interest to one guild over the others, while the final two are vitally important to the Cult as a whole.

A mythical tale in wide circulation within the Dragon Empire about the Dragon, one of the First, and its Nine Off-springs

A haunting remnant of the infernal realm, caught and exiled to suffer for eternity in the swamps of the mortal plane. Now it toys with mortals; luring them from their paths into it's light. Once in the boundaries of it's aura, the FlickerWikk will feed.

A Remake of the Will'o'the'Wisp/Jack'o'Lantern

'Many hungry people in these parts and the roads are dangerous. So you have a choice, you can give us most of your provisions to feed the starving, or all your silver to pass safely. The choice is yours, wanderer.'

For those who enjoy comfort and discretion, and don't mind paying a few extra coins

during their stay in Ak-Var.

This great square lies a few feet below the level of the surrounding streets. A place of where emotions run high; a place of both awe, and despair.

Atop a nearby rise the infuriated priestess stood, taking in the unfolding scene in the

valley below. How dare these metallic, roaring, foreigners loot their temples. She offered

up a silent, vengeful prayer to her gods, may their wrath befall these intruders!

What used to BEE the crown of an old dwarven king has now BEEn made a portable BEE-hive.

Spindly, steel spiders, spinning silk so sharp. (100-word sub)

A scroll of rumours, Chinese Whispers style

They were made as a promise of everlasting peace and unity. One has been opened to prevent a war. A second sits on display in a Dwarven hold. The last has vanished, and to this day, has never been found.

30 cult members, of varying levels of sanity and skill. Divided into Guilds for convenience and clarity. Could potentially be used as 30 gang members, depending on your needs.

Found, normally, deep in the swamp, the Friar's Weed's poison is something to be watched for.

Aye lad, they gleam do they not? Treasures they seem, and to some, they are. But they are not for mortals, lad, not for you at least...

An extension of Gems of the Underworld

Why do they choose to re-appear now? Perhaps it is just a crazed local? What will happen to the child?