For those of you who played the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion or more specifically, The Shivering Isles Expansion, you will know that there is a unique justice system in it. In which, if you choose to be detained instead of paying the fine, there is an option to try and escape with your life and if you do, your crimes are considered forgiven.

Well I decided this is a unique idea and am going to make a post about it.

If a society has adventuring as a career path long enough, some unusual subtypes will emerge

Title says it all

Proper redo of my 4D Construct of adventuring parties. Usable in any genre you are willing to introduce the concept of 4D beings.

'Maps are a human thing. They like to make simplified models in which things are labelled, placed on grids and details are glossed over. I assume it is because their minds are spatial and not mathematical. Things to the human mind are defined by there relation to other things. That is why they need two points to draw straight line, whatever that is. Sincerely, though I don't understand the utility of it, but I don't fight it. The Captain says go to grid space 10-K, and I can discern what he means.'

-Lagrimal-0201020101, Chief Navigational Program for the FTO freighter Mtuzanizibar.

100 Word Piece of Sci-fi Minutia

Sometimes I think that a new rank system is in order, but am unsure how complex it should be. This is a simple fantasy military rank system(insignias are described) that should be fun to just contemplate.

So often, magic is used for either raising Undead, hurting people in some way, or healing people. Nothing else. When there are so many other uses for magic in any magic-rich society. Uses like...

A collection of lores about legendary Chinese spears (as opposed to the weapons themselves) from actual history and folklore (no. 5 in my Chinse lore Codex)

After rolling stats, Bleakwood characters are given certain perks. They get 4 ability points, plus another 2 if they choose to have a dark side.

This submission covers special abilities (including psionics), special backgrounds, special items and dark sides.

Direct Neural Programming had been the dream of many education 'reformists' and technocrats. The perfect way to teach skills, divorced almost completely from the requirement that human teach human. One single avatar of a skill could be used to propagate that skill until it became obsolete. Billions were poured into its development and marketing, thirsted for by corporations, the military, and politicians, each group wanting the surface and the sinister. But it was not to be.

'Absent gods, here's another bunch of them,' Chav drawled, irritation in her voice.

'I hear them,' I grunted, shifting my back against the tree to find a more comfortable angle. Well, I'd heard the horses' clopping, any how. I opened a single eye, and sure enough, Chav was right. Four of them this time, green as grass. You wonder if they really thought wearing brown homespun tunics and trousers were going to fool anyone into thinking they were Just Folks ... while riding Sadasian stallions and those gorgeous tooled Mithlantri saddles.

Unfortunately, they also heard us. The chickling at their head spurred over to us, and raised her arm in salute to me. 'Captain? My name is Amberstar. We heard in Redwave that one of the orc columns were headed this way.' She grinned at me with her cheeks puffed out like a bleeding squirrel. 'We want to help!'

Joy and rapture unbounded.

'Top, my name is Brock Figglewater, I knew your aunt. I tap a piece of pillow that belonged to your aunt, and I jump belongs to you now. You see, I just bought this Stimech, and I jump it was stolen by a bruce named Horace. Horace was a pream tattle of mine. Three weeks ago, I let Horace take out my pream stimech to go bounce along the billibong looking for bubblely-bobs to bring to the spitter's patch. Horace says he ran into some boom sauce and had to hop out of the stimech in just a tater sack. I cannot jump that Hoarace bounced 5 kims across the pillow in a tater sack. I have tapped spitter dops on the Big Under pillow for years, I ain't no trainer. I ain't rigged to swallow dry sand, and I washed Hoarace. But I need my stimech back, and I ain't got the press to go all over the Big Under boiling Hoarce's peals of truth. I need your help.'

A 100 word past time

'Two forgotten places there be- Still and Limbo,

Still where Time is forever Still,

Limbo where Naught is ever Remembered.'

An explanation of gods; what they are, where they come from, how their power works, how they affect mortal life. Part of my main setting, first introduced in Primal Essence, Primals, and the Creation of the Realms.

Normal punishments tend to involve either fines, imprisonment, amputation or execution, but not all crimes are going to be bad enough to be executed for, and imprisonment is often a waste of resources. Here are thirty punishments for those who get out of line and get caught and convicted.

Goodmen, Gentles, my Lords, in the best exemplification of the heroic stories you have found the Villain, battled him and his minions, plundered them of their treasure then returned victorious. But Now you discover a greater horror.. Lawyers.. Lawyers...

One day a man named Koret claimed to realize what was wrong with humanity. Shortly after that he claimed to have figured out how to fix all the world problems, and he wrote down a series of commandments aimed at saving humanity from themselves. Over 500 years after his teachings were literally set into stone people are still talking about what he wrote, and some are even trying to follow it.

An introductory text to the demands of demon summoning.