The folk song sung by those on the run from the law, lamenting all that they've lost along the outlaw's trail.
The massive metropolis founded far from civilization, standing as cultural and trading hub of the world.
The ruined halls that hold the Ezdhûlian Alliance's greatest secrets, forgotten and left to rust.
The strange voodoo-wielding shamans who command storm, sail, rigging, wood, and space alike.
The Cursed Ship that prowls the world's waters, hunting living and dead alike to one day break their heinous curse.
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Just a guy who enjoys playing Dungeons and Dragons, building homebrew content, and hanging out with friends. I love combining high-tech stuff with fantasy settings because I'm weird like that, and my design philosophy tends to lean towards "The more ridiculous, the better". Higher power scaling and/or higher numbers are fun, just like High Fantasy!