A man prone to grief, Walter Stupek surrounded himself with the Etherite clones of people he has lost.
"...needs to find balance in his personal life. However, his skill at diagnosing indicates a solid medical talent. I am confident that within a year a little guidance…"
(from the evaluation of a senior resident)
Somebody has to put the food on the table.
A generic group of minions for use in a modern setting, action theatre oriented.
The ultra-light droid
The confessions of an unlucky A.I.
""I am." Is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do." is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin
CRTF's first resident goofball animal mascot.
I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Some people call him Dr. Hammer. Some call him Mr. Hammer. Those with a flair for the melodramatic call him “The Hammer”. Others simply call him Hammer, much the way people call Madonna or Sting a single name. He is the one you contact should you have a "unique building" need.
A curious man with no past or desire beyond that of his art.
The story of an old gnome who makes an exceptional living off of designing and building unique strongholds.
The hard working, the lazy and the indispensible, 30 Servants to look after the myriad needs of your world's nobles.
"Attention, Flesh-beings! The time is now Sun-High-point-five, towards dark, 180 Units Past. Curfew in 30 Units. You are welcome."
Thirty slaves, some of which have hellish lives of toil, others which have a somewhat easier life.
A highly talented chef, this young man takes great pride in his job.
A ambitious cook who uses steam technology and a love for all things edible to make the world a tastier place.
I’m gonna be somebody, someday!
The Wise Woman of a small family of the giant hill people known as the Volgotoi, Korara’s particular gifts of illusion have allowed her a surprising degree of influence over the local Imperial outpost, helping spare her people the ravages of ‘civilization’.
Not every wolf can be tamed, and in time, the feral are certain to bite the hands that feed him. But what punishment can be leveled upon the wolf? Should he be cast out into the wilds, knowing even better now the habits of shepard and sheep? And should he be slain, what should become of his fur and fang?
How much worse can be a man than a wolf?
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.