Feet forever on the path; smile forever on it's lips. It walks roads beaten and forgotten alike through day and night. With it's troupe of mindless puppets, it is accosted not by beast nor fiend nor monster. For they know that Terror walks past this night.

Death travels with the Gandacai.

'We followed the map as best we could, periodically checking our bearings using the chronograph and the sextants that the seer had given us. Eventually we found the deserted location that corresponded to the coordinates on the rapidly disintegrating map. And we began digging...

'We started a trench that went down about fifteen feet into the baking sand and headed due South. After a few hours our spades rang with the sound of steel on stone and as it did so the group gathered round to see what we had hit. Some hand digging revealed a dark black stone that had been carved with a strange texture on it's surface like a series of overlapping layers of petrified tendrils frozen for perhaps a thousand years. It looked and felt utterly alien, and yet our goal lay in the centre of this forbidding artefact.

The lead New Earth Government of the Cosmic Era

A perfect example of my players thinking of something being better than my current plan happened tonight.

The paragon of the sundry goods MegaCorp

The leading Megacorp of the Atlantic Federation

The Pacific Rim coalition is one of the New Earth Governments of the Cosmic Era

The legacy of the NACA was not a curbing of corporate power, but a wave of mystically trained youth without any corporate attachments suddenly on the streets.

The Group Arrives in Cranson. Intrigue follows.

A cultural phenomenon born from the warrior poet ideal of the Samurai adopted into the mainstream of society

The unnatural offspring of a zombie father and a human mother.

Changing the Maddux is a difficult as changing the weather. And like the storm on the horizon, all one can do when Maddux sings is to prepare yourself as best you can.

If you were to wander the Spiked Sea today this is one of the movers and shakers you might meet.

Human Interaction and Relations Robot, female appearance

The food of the Gods: specifically a bitter sappy God.

Where Gods go to Grieve

'We came expecting a broken moon or wayward asteroids, but this... I don't think anyone's seen anything of its like. There's an astounding amount of material here. We're looking in the records, trying to match some of the artifacts, but there's nothing like it. I don't know what most of this does, but my God is it complex. We're looking at, at least, what, two decades of potential salvage, maybe more, then the cartography of the local moon for more. We're definitely here to stay.'

- Phaeton Venator, recovered personal log

Also known as Chromatics, polychromes, rainbow people, or smurfs

Slumbering within a prison of ice and snow, adrift in the oceans of the north, Gundrak dreams without end.