Even a Clone Trooper needs a little R&R. Pelham 123, a backwater mining post, is just the place. Rest up & heal up, it sounds like paradise. We both know it's never that easy.
Description:
Your unit is taking a break between missions at a little backwater mining colony called Pelham 123. It’s just enough of a space station for a few bacta tanks and some recreation. Clone commanders have been beefing it up here and there, adding a few amenities and using it as an unofficial stopover. As long as no one is shooting at you, you can call it R&R. Of course, for a Cone Trooper a paradise like Pelham 123 can’t ever last.
Even a Clone Trooper needs a little R&R. Pelham 123, a backwater mining post, is just the place. Rest up & heal up, it sounds like paradise. We both know it's never that easy.
Description:
Your unit is taking a break between missions at a little backwater mining colony called Pelham 123. It’s just enough of a space station for a few bacta tanks and some recreation. Clone commanders have been beefing it up here and there, adding a few amenities and using it as an unofficial stopover. As long as no one is shooting at you, you can call it R&R. Of course, for a Cone Trooper a paradise like Pelham 123 can’t ever last.
ISB Tactical Unit stranded on hostile Corellia Space Station. Death Star destroyed, Emperor dead. Corellians calling for a Free Corellia. Must get to Coruscant ASAP. 7th level chars provided.
Description:
Your elite ISB Tactical Unit stranded on hostile Corellia Space Station. News reports claim the Death Star is destroyed, and the Emperor dead. Corellians are calling for a Free Corellia. You must get to Coruscant ASAP. Finding a hyperspace-capable ship is your second priority, after escaping the anti-Imperial mobs. Roleplaying encouraged, combat inevitable. 7th level chars provided.
ISB Tactical Unit stranded on hostile Corellia Space Station. Death Star destroyed, Emperor dead. Corellians calling for a Free Corellia. Must get to Coruscant ASAP. 7th level chars provided.
Description:
Your elite ISB Tactical Unit stranded on hostile Corellia Space Station. News reports claim the Death Star is destroyed, and the Emperor dead. Corellians are calling for a Free Corellia. You must get to Coruscant ASAP. Finding a hyperspace-capable ship is your second priority, after escaping the anti-Imperial mobs. Roleplaying encouraged, combat inevitable. 7th level chars provided.
ISB Tactical Unit stranded on hostile Corellia Space Station. Death Star destroyed, Emperor dead. Corellians calling for a Free Corellia. Must get to Coruscant ASAP. 7th level chars provided.
Description:
Your elite ISB Tactical Unit stranded on hostile Corellia Space Station. News reports claim the Death Star is destroyed, and the Emperor dead. Corellians are calling for a Free Corellia. You must get to Coruscant ASAP. Finding a hyperspace-capable ship is your second priority, after escaping the anti-Imperial mobs. Roleplaying encouraged, combat inevitable. 7th level chars provided.
When the Big Bad needs a dungeon, they call you. You’re the best. Make them, fix them, reset them. No PC has survived yet. What’s that, a Lich with an infestation of PCs. Well, no problem too large.
When the Big Bad needs a dungeon, they call you. You’re the best. Make them, fix them, reset them. No PC has survived yet. What’s that, a Lich with an infestation of PCs. Well, no problem too large.
You’re a New God, member of an established super group and known for your flash, drama, fabulous looks, and super powers. Today should be a routine hospital visit. It just never works out like that.
Description:
In the summer of 2015, the Alien Virus infected everyone. Mysterious ships were spotted over every major city in the world, but their only communication was a one-way message written out in the DNA of every person on earth. Two weeks of panic and then the aliens were gone. The "Supers" started showing up a few months later. People able to pick up cars, fly, shoot lasers from their eyes. It was only a small percentage, but it felt like the comics and movies coming to life. Twenty five years later and super powered individuals are now part of everyday life - along with all the problems that go with them. You are The New Gods, an established super group based in the Mediterranean. Known as much for your flash and drama (and fabulous clothing and fragrance line) as your super powers, you are as likely to be raising money for charity as fighting a super villain.
You’re a New God, member of an established super group and known for your flash, drama, fabulous looks, and super powers. Today should be a routine hospital visit. It just never works out like that.
Description:
In the summer of 2015, the Alien Virus infected everyone. Mysterious ships were spotted over every major city in the world, but their only communication was a one-way message written out in the DNA of every person on earth. Two weeks of panic and then the aliens were gone. The "Supers" started showing up a few months later. People able to pick up cars, fly, shoot lasers from their eyes. It was only a small percentage, but it felt like the comics and movies coming to life. Twenty five years later and super powered individuals are now part of everyday life - along with all the problems that go with them. You are The New Gods, an established super group based in the Mediterranean. Known as much for your flash and drama (and fabulous clothing and fragrance line) as your super powers, you are as likely to be raising money for charity as fighting a super villain.
Dragons defeated. Trees of Life growing. Sir Flux and Co enjoy the peace. Old enemy Lord Nazar still has a score to settle. Roleplaying encouraged, combat inevitable. 10th-12th level chars provided.
Description:
The dragons were repelled from Albion. Trees of Life grow in Oxford, London, and Cardiff. Sir Flux and Co enjoy the peace. Old enemy Lord Nazar still has a score to settle. Is the party ready to face the old devil? Did you ever dream you'd get a chance? Roleplaying encouraged, combat inevitable. 10th-12th level chars provided.