An insidious weapon born from terrorists and adopted by the military
Look up! Look Waaaay up!
Also known as PPI or Brain Pumping.
Both a sophisticated and ultimately disposable piece of spycraft, and the name of the profession of the people who use them.
This innocent looking, soft leather pouch is a thief in itself. The wearer will always find coins magically appearing inside, while the people around him, will wonder how they suddenly lost all of the coins in their pouches..
It's not enough to be GeneFixxed, everyone has to know that you have the best GeneFixxing possible. The best way to do that is to have it visible.
That's why VendiGeneticia has released it's GeneBrand technology. Customers have the choice of nine different brandings, from the subtle VG brand discretely placed at the customer's request, to the deluxe armband, to the VG enthusiast skin mosaic, popular among our artiste community.
Sometimes it is not wise to carry a weapon. Noble dignitaries can’t very well bring a sword to negotiate with a rival family, an assassin cannot walk into a public event with daggers on his belt and a priest with a dangerous past cannot risk his position in the church by carrying a dangerous weapon. However, that doesn’t mean that carrying a weapon is not necessary. The following is a list of seemingly mundane items that contain a deadly, hidden blade.
Ever wanted to see through someone else's eyes. Well now you can!
A very useful tool for a worker of magic.
Also known as a Health Monitor, the Gesund Auf is a very common bionic implant in the Cosmic era, especially in the Atlantic Federation and other leading edge nations.
A portmanteau of Kaku and engram. Dr. Kaku of the middle Petrol era posited the quantification of human emotion, while an engram is a cybertechnological recording of a human mind, a snapshot of a mental or emotional state.
The next generation in designer engineering, the new skin.
"There are some mages who can travel to the Nine Hells and back, and others still who can create their own planes of existence. But these stones... these so-called Peresallapides Stones... If one were to obtain one of these... Well, that would be entirely different. That person would be able to traverse reality as a whole, albeit against their will, as if it were naught but our own Material Plane. They would be able to explore other multiverses entirely, where there is no concept of good or evil, or perhaps where only one of the two has simply always existed without the other holding it back. Perhaps some realities do not even contain a speck of arcane or divine energy. What a dull reality indeed. I can only imagine that a world like that would be quite unstable, prone to racial infighting and disease, among many other things, considering there would be absolutely no magic to assist in the resolving of these issues."
“Something weird heah! Get yer weird things!” I raised an eyebrow. Street vendors rolled by the Woflo Inn about five hundred blighted times a day, screeching like strangled gulls. I got sick of the racket by the second day, but it was midsummer, and closing the shutters would’ve choked us with the heat. Blight take this human city anyway, I'd take the Altanian jungles if I had a choice. At least there are no street vendors there.
Chav was on her feet and grabbing for her belt pouch like a shot. “Where are YOU going?” I drawled.
“You GOTTA come see this, Eve! This guy is great!” And with that, she was right out the door and pelting down the stairs.
“Something weird heah! Get yer weird things riiiight heah!”
Med-pods, med-bays, and a dozen trade marked names, all for the technomagical healing bed.
The objective of Operation Flycatcher was to collect samples of aphasic lifeforms for study in a lab. The project was black listed as a failure, with a high rate of personnel loss, and cost overruns.
This was not the truth.
The Advance of Technology seems unstoppable. Some things while possible are probably best not produced...
One of the most common healing devices found in the world of Therafter. Suitable for near future settings.
A bag of enchanted beans. Dare you plant them?
Created by the god of madness, one must be at least a little insane to be able to use them. These tools cause much confusion to those that see them in action and are guaranteed to cause misunderstandings.
The PCs are setting up camp at the end of their first day of walking through the Esh-Inel Mountains, when they hear in the distance a low rumbling, like thunder. It grows progressively louder until it echoes off the mountainous bowls around them, then dies away again. At its worst the ground starts trembling. It happens every day at this time, and it is the noise of the Great Carts on the dwarfish underways returning home after a day mining, laden with many tons of ore.