A form off plasmic organism, a virmitrix is neither plant, animal, of fungus, but elements of all of these and none of them.
No one is really sure what a Xamek is, or if they even exist
The lich is a form of sentient undead who cannot be killed until the object containing their soul is destroyed. The Electric Lich borrows the concept and moves it into the CE
A relentless and unearthly durable type of dimensional fatigue 'denizen'
The first documented virtual illness.
A mutation of Legionnaire's Disease, Space Sickness, or Space Lung, is a not uncommon malady of the Cosmic Era
There will come a day when mankind discovers the means to leave his solar system, to strike out into the galaxy and the myriad of stars and worlds beyond his own. There will come a great and terrible shock, because beyond that safe border, the galaxy is bright, and full of monsters
Strange things can be found in deep space, well away from the gravity and nuclear fury of a living star
Plasmid and plasmic lifeforms are frequently relegated to the back bench of the creature roster, left to linger with oozes, slimes, and puddings, and only appear as random monsters in sci-fi.
Each time mankind ventures into a new realm of exploration, he returns with tales of incredible creatures. Be it from the new continent, the tops of the mountains, or the depths of the seas. It is the acme of foolishness to assume that space would be empty of lifeforms. The forms that these new biologies took simply defied conventional physics or chemistry
It's always the creepy little kids
Also known as Kaiju Spawn, Magna-parasites, angel-spawn, sin spawn, and a variety of other terms
Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.”
A strange mask containing a merciless demon, a parasite on those around it.
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.
At one time it was thought that the substance known as Anagra Estratius, or Devouring Fire, was an alchemical substance, tainted by the infernal components that went into its making.
Written in support of the Flight of Retribution, a Cosmic Era splatbook
When we learned of these majestic creatures, what else could we do? Such potential!
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
Rumors of gold and more, spoken on the wind draw the greedy to their doom.
Saril had a dream. To open a library in the windswept wastes of Naarish, so that the people of the many villages and towns spread over the hundreds of leagues of desert could discover the joys of his books. For a whole year he kept his library open, but alas, almost no one came.
That is when Saril came up with his new idea. If people didn't travel to read his books, he would travel to them! Saril closed his library, hired a team of twelve camels, loaded up the beasts with all of his books and proceeded to invent the first nomadic library.
Now children and adults alike, looked forward to hearing the bells of Saril's camels as he entered their villages, as he tirelessly traversed the deserts in a long circuitous route, visiting every village and town he came across, in turn. It came to pas that Saril's traveling library came to some fame, and that is how the folk of Naarish became literate.
A word of warning though. Naarish has only six thousand volumes. He deals with those that lose or steal his tomes quite "harshly", by bypassing the town or village which was responsible for losing one of his books for that calendar year.