Luck Points are Fate's way of showing interest in the PC's, and the GM's way of rewarding the players.
How does a culture measure time underground, without any sun? The dwarves have got it covered.
"And Lo; today Alea Waxes, and she shall blesses us. For soon a great change is upon us, for soon our beliefs shall be hallowed! We as a group, we as a people, we as a religion, shall be acknowledged. Our efforts shall no longer be in vain!"
--The Prophet John, Sermon to the Capitol
Likely the most common class of parapsychic powers, somantic powers are also the least flashy and visible.
An exploration of the differences between sorcerous and cultic vampires.
The vast majority of parapsychic powers do NOT manifest as freeform pyrokinesis or rotating thunder kicks.
A magic system based on Yin Yang, the Five Elements (Wu Xing) and the Eight Symbols (Ba Gua)
A mythical tale in wide circulation within the Dragon Empire about the Dragon, one of the First, and its Nine Off-springs
An assortment of symbols and images associated with various societies and shop signs
An uncommon, but visually dramatic body modification in the Cosmic era
A list of Parapsychic powers that have physical manifestations
Changing the Maddux is a difficult as changing the weather. And like the storm on the horizon, all one can do when Maddux sings is to prepare yourself as best you can.
"And Arathinos brandished the Foe-Reaper, and let loose a battle cry. He stood, with rain pouring out of the heavens, on a mountain of bodies. The rain washed the blood through channels in the corpses. Arathinos raised the Foe-Reaper and saluted the fleeing enemies before him, as lightning crashed around him.
The Foe-Reaper is a great blade. With the years spent in Arathinos's hands, it has taken up a myriad of powers. And most prominent among those powers is dramatic effect. What is more morale-sapping than seeing your enemy with a backdrop of lightning, as if the arrows of the heavens stand with your foe?"
Captain Blackthorn grimaced against the salt air that sandblasted his face. His men were weary, his ship was falling apart and the hold was replete with treasures beyond counting. It was time to head home and enjoy the bounty that years at sea had brought them. As he braced himself against the pressing squall he considered the conundrum of converting said bounty into a transferable asset that could easily be spent without arousing suspicion of the local militia or the jealousy of rival pirates. If only large amounts of wealth could be represented on something as light and unobtrusive as a piece of paper. But then Blackthorn had a idea:
"I know what we'll do! We'll bury it!…"
The founder of Procrastinamancy was a man called Frederick Johnson. A normal guy who grew up in a place without Mathom, Fred had one "flaw." It was procrastination. Fred took the art of Procrastination and turned into magic.
In which more methods are expounded by which one may refine a dungeon to more sublime levels of confusion.
This isn't nonsense--this is logic!
The ki-yah and woooooOOOOOoooooo
Dwarven beards are rich habitats for the enterprising critter.
In the dark underground realms where Dwarves dwell, the colourful heraldy of humans is of less value. Dwarven heraldry focuses more on the silhouette of the warrior, the shape of his shield, and in some cases, sound.
By late afternoon, the sky starts to cloud over. The sun shines behind the fluffy clouds, gilding the edges and showing a Jacob's-ladder of rays streaming through the gaps...very pretty. Gradually the clouds shift into a new configuration: you realize with awe-struck, preternatural clarity that the clouds form a map of a coast-line that you know against the blue sky as ocean: surely it's a Sign! Suddenly, the golden beams coalesce into one long ray that strikes across the blue. A star-like gleam flashes under the ray: perhaps it is an island? But the charts show no island there...who would want to hide an island? Who could do it?