Mondaloa is a name shared by both a city and a deity. Mondaloa, the city, is built on layers of crypts and tombs that are far more opulent and majestic than the city that covers them. Mondaloa, the deity, is the god of rest, peace, and death. There is nothing Mondaloa desires more than to see the dead buried deep in their tombs where they can rest in honor and peace. But there is trouble: something is torturing the dead of the city, and driving them to madness and rage. Now, 500 years of honored ancestors are trickling into the city above, seeking blood and pain and death.

The G&M, or GaMa Corp, not to be confused with the larger GM corporation.

More correctly known as the Imperial National Bank of Nippon and the Pacific Rim Coalition (INBNPRC)

After seeing the [My First Character] thread a while ago and it newly popping up in my inbox for some reason, I thought I'd add a scroll where players could share their introduction to roleplaying.

There's more to the Dembraava Wilds than just deformed beasts and unicorn husks. In that place there are also men--or something very similar to men--and no one has ever recovered one of their corpses.

"Greetings travellers! You must have had a harsh journey through the desert."

"We didn't see this city was on the map."

"We're just a few like-minded folks trying to keep the world out."

"How many people live here?"

"Just a few of us, and now you."

A big flock can suck a cow bloodless in a few minutes, yet your doctor shows up carrying one around a small birdcage in the tip of his staff. Maybe you're better off just learning to live with the kidney stones. . .

Stay out of the woods. It's not a place for men. Not anymore.

Lady Evica is one of the prides of the Hesayan Church--it shows that even monstrous, overtly sexual, colossal mermaids can be brought to worship in Iasu's light. Except not really.

Wanderers beware, these gates open not,

Except to those only who the way have bought.

You may purchase the right to pass me by,

By each guessing my riddles. Care to try?

Thirty wenches to pour the beer and feed hungry customers. And do other things as well...

One of the strangest weapons deployed by Z'pl'rt the Mad

And the walls came tumbling down...

Kids today, you can't tell them what to do, right from wrong. When I was a kid we got tattoos and piercings, nowadays they turn themselves into freaking mutants. On purpose!

Any citizen over the age of 30

Letting one of my players encounter a Raccoon might have been a bad idea... (now with PC summaries written by their respective players.... if everyone does it)

A variety of bizarre but otherwise harmless insects.

Sometimes science and culture produce amazing things, sometimes they produce flipper babies

Dr. Assan Steiner

A build a mile tall with 50,000 people in has a lot of room for action and intrigue

Get ready, a great deal happened.

Interrogating the suspects doesn't go as planned.