The Doomseekers are a faction within the House of the Forsaken that have as their goal the creation of a biological Doomsday weapon
For too long, the realm of magic has been controlled by the jealous hands of just a few. That time is no more, and though they may resist, the great blossoming of magic cannot be stopped.
A loose organization of those touched by the elemental plane of Smoke to combat the PCs
“All matter is made of six elements. The seventh element, work, fulfills the potential of the other six” – Liang Huou, Grandmaster
The Floating World, the domain of the Hikikomori
Cult of EXTREMELY Done
"Machine is all
Machine is Mother
Machine is Father
Machine is God'
"Few left know these Secrets. And those who do must Be careful. Those in Power will Silence Us if They knew!"
First Keeper Solaron Calo
''Rrrbit! Rrrbit! Great Jove has found you unworthy, human! Now prepare to die !''
There are three things, each sacred and bearded: Moon, Monks, and Moss. All connected. Tied together by the Monks of the Bearded Moon, an old order of healers, mystics, bearers of the secret knowledge, and inheritors of the Bearded Moon's gifts. Theirs is a sect full of mystery and bound by ritual.
A group of mages that can alter the strength and properties of spells or enchanted items slightly but cannot cast a spell themselves
100 Word Society
You felt a slight tingle as the man looked you in the eyes, and he is currently approaching confidently with a look of recognition on his face. He smiles and you know you know him, you just don’t know how.
"Was it… just a dream?"
These spellcasters are the few who survived the great trials to become a being of both arcane and divine magic.
These groups were originally for use with the Project Underworld PBP game, to which I contributed the minor covens.
Suffering from an ancient curse, the Medusan race is slowly dying.
"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn’t fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn’t know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.
They consumed Great G’bod. They partook of the Giant Slug’s flesh.
A people of systematic inhumanity - beyond bloodthirsty.
Before the lands were colonised by the Modern Races, other intelligent beings called them home. One of these races was the Alun - a people much like and much unlike mankind
An insignficant little species, the candlebug (or waxmoth) is a persistent bane for mages and merchants alike. Each the size of a small digit, these little scarabs thrive on wax and burrow up inside candles, ruining them. Sometimes a late-night worker will hear a crack and a sizzle as his candle expires, only to find the half-burned remains of a waxmoth squirming around on his desk. This is very annoying in worlds where candles are expensive...