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The Year is 1910 and the Magical age of Tellus is coming to a close. The magical beasts which once plagued the land, hunted to extinction or kept and bred to be the personal pet of the elite. The myriad of races which once walked alongside humanity, outcompeted and vanished under the foot of...

Making a Dieselpunk/Fantasy alt-world nation RP. Looking for people interested in helping write history and lore for major nations. There's a fair amount of detail already committed into it so far, but due to the scale of the project, I feel compelled to ask for some help. If at all...

The grass bent in a sudden gust, Rek recoiled slightly, quickly recomposing himself. He was not used to the cool breezes of the surface, far more accustomed to the stale air of the underground. He was bemused how ignorant the man-things and mer-things were, the disgustingly pure air drew their...

Glad to hear you like it! The Skaven will for the beginning of the fic be very discrete in dealing with Tamriel, you have to remember that they don't know anything about this new world, so getting themselves well established first is a high priority.

Cheydinhal Imperial Garrison, 4E 201 Anarril rubbed his wrists, thankful to be free of the tight, iron shackles that he was forced to wear for so long. His white hair was now cut short and he wore the garb of an Imperial Battlemage. He shifted uncomfortably in the rigid armour he was forced...

Brik’s laboratory was buzzing with activity. Skaven Slaves and Brik’s acolytes buzzed across the open square carrying much needed test subjects and supply. Cages brimming with captured Mer-things, Bug-things, and Skaven Slaves lined the walls. Their cries drowned out by the cacophony of...

Skritch snickered to himself, even after five months, the prospect of having outwitted the Council of 13 still filled him with the most profound joy. Not only had the Skittergate brought them out of the reach of the meddling Council and the opportunistic neighboring clans, they had been brought...

Skritch Gutcutter coughed. The air in his personal lair was choked with smoke and agitated dust-indeed, the entire warren of Clan Gnawmak was filled with an omnipresent smog. His ears twitched in anger at the news he had received from Skavenblight. The council were demanding more tribute, more...