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A tabletop roleplaying illustration for https://codexcryptica.com/answers/how-much-of-the-plot-should-a-dm-prepare
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Lashunta Word of the Week Moeru (/mo:e.ru./; animal): formians; formians; members of a large, intelligent antlike species that colonized Castrovel near the end of the Age of the Sage-Queens, and which shares historical enmity with the lashunta. This word is of Old Valmaean origin, though it has been largely adopted into most lashunta languages in Asana. Curiously, although most terms for intelligent species occur in the common gender, this word occurs mainly in the animal gender, almost as if the lashunta intentionally deny them personhood. Related Terms: Moeryonu (animal): worker-caste formian Miurohu (animal): warrior-caste formian Mirushae (feminine): myrmarch formian Shanevae (feminine): hivequeen formian
Our seafare’s highest thrill outcame when a herd of snailgods swam to surface at nighttide, two days ere Nivaea. They floated beside our ship, shells glowing with coral-fey in dithering patterns. Our sailors yielded wide berth, for though these huge water-qoelu stir but slowly, their blow could wallow and swamp our ship or even crush the hull. We stood at the stern while their winking lights faded in our wake. Nivaea outstood by far the most enthriving city we reached. As the greatest and richest city in the South and founded back while the Time of the Warrior-Queens, it has been rebuilt no less than five times over history, as the bed of great Father-Hisyho has shifted where it meets the Shattersea. Our flag got a walkshow of one of these ghost cities, where the neighborfolk had cleared a path through the rainwood. Thus we got to stand in a queen’s palace main hall, whose throne’s marble dais still stood at the midst, and beheld mosaics of the gods wrought on the underdome, and from the walls, stonelikenesses of the elder queens with their haremmates. Within the great harbor, we saw folk and heard tongues from Then on Lake Arasene’s shore, and even Candares, who had brought freight over the Sea of Mist from further east. Then I caught Oshis watching along the riverside, overlooking a fleet of odd, brightly hued houseboats tied to the bank. He hailed another man with his hair braided with bright scarves, who stepped off a boat. Shortly they spoke, and then left with friendly waves. Reckfully I turned to Less and asked what betided, and whose boats these were. He answered they belong to the Raumoava, the wandering riverfolk who make their livelihood by trade.
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Voxel-art screenshot from Vexalia showing the redesigned Alden seated at a wooden workbench in a study lined with tall bookshelves. Alden has dark hair, rectangular glasses, square blue-lensed goggles resting on his head, a red scarf and dark clothing. He is sitting behind a wooden desk with an open notebook in front of him, now correctly oriented toward his seat, while he looks up from his work. A small white bird-like creature with orange markings stands beside the notebook. Warm light falls across Alden and the desk, while rows of brown, white and dark books fill the shelves behind him.
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In the image you can see the 3 moons of HR 8799 b, with b being in the background. The first moon is a small Io-like object, the other 2 are significantly larger, high albedo sub-earths.
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A tabletop roleplaying illustration for https://codexcryptica.com/for/steampunk-rpgs
Antique-style fantasy map of Vubroark (the Realm Beneath the Stars): 74% land across 7 realms, with The Zawnseix Mountains and The Kystduss Deep, post-roads linking the capitals and a sea-serpent in the open water.
The Valmaean High Captain spoke before the fane. She bade us remind our tide here and the warfare we had witnessed, the foe’s dread we had undergone, and the friends fallen we had lost. She bade us bear this yestermind back homeward and never forget, and never forgive. Then she bade us pray to the Qoaronae for winfulness. My throat choked on the hymn, and I could not spit the words. Of all the gods I have kenned, the Qoaronae I love least. Unlike Burning-Mother, from what I saw at war, the Qoaronae do not ward and do not cleanse. They reap souls and blood, and whether they be lashunta or formians, I wonder that it may reck not. Instead of light, they belong to darkness and thrive thereon. Yet that is the least reason. For the coldheartedness and bloodymindedness I witnessed in Valmayana, I forsake the Qoaronae. In school, I read the ‘Woe for Lost Valmaea’, and even foolishly tried it in the original Old Valmaean. I had loved the poetry, the fights and love-bouts, and overall the sheer wrath, a City meeting its own death. I remind how the hero Lady Beareal’s speech shouted right off the bookleaf into my mind: “Keep your warm gods smiling through heavenly skies. My gods behold a fiercer spirit. I, like them, was born under the South’s low, heavy sky. Heaven smiles not here. My heaven is the battlefield.” Lady Beareal and the Valmaeans may keep their southern gods. I choose Heaven.
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