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
A social group of women who meet for purposes of ‘knitting’ and sharing gossip.
The Darkness Glemers are a group of people who condem others to the Darkness. They are followers of Lord Sen. These people are not human in many cases. Humans call them Freaks of Nature others would prefer them to dis belivers of god but what they are really about is the Abyss. Bringing creatures, demons and death angels into the land of the living. They do have magical powers within the gems and weapons they carry. But in the spirit world their magical ablities are as powerful as Lady Shayla. From obtaining the powers of Lord Sen and the book of the dark magic, all things would be able to come to an end. But since when the day Lady Shayla sacrificed her life, they were exiled away into a place called The Touchstones of Death…....
The PCs are making their way from village to village across a rural hinterland, when they spot a weird sign along a farmstead's fence, with an arrow pointing to the actual farmstead.
"CRAZY DANCING HOES!!"
If they investigate, a rather sedate local farmer, explains to them that for a mere two coppers, they can witness the show for themselves.
The show involves six ordinary, animated hoes "dancing" on a makeshift stage, as the farmer accompanies them by slapping his thighs to keep the beat, and playing on his flute.
If asked how the trick is accomplished the farmer demurs, not wanting to share his "secret".
"If you can get Old Man Purkiss to tell you how he gets his cows to spout poetry, I'll tell you how I make my hoes dance."
In reality, this minor encounter can lead to the PCs discovering that some localized, magical effect is active in the area. All kinds weird phenomena seem to occur in these parts.
Perhaps the PCs have finally found the ley-line of mana energy that they have been searching for! The party's wizard gets excited.