Guns On The Cracked Continent

New year, new start! I'm going to take a crack at all of my old drafts. 2025 me needs to work on curbing my perfectionism, which means that this one is going to be brief. Let's get this out of the way.

Tools First, Weapons Later

 Guns are an oddity in Bromeilles. Even before The Storm Eternal disrupted their technological progress, the advancement of projectile weapons was never of great concern—what good are siege weapons if there are no battlements? Thus, Bromeilles did not have cannons, or crossbows for that matter, until the proper dawn of The Republic.

In order to navigate the hostile (and often frozen) environment, The Republic required a form of communication that was simple, easily received, and did not require the limited hand of an Artisan.

Surprising lack of fantasy flare guns. Also,apparently this is double-barreled!
From @americanliberator on Youtube

Flare Guns

Disposable, single-piece pocket mortars. Originally designed for signalling at long-distance during Storms, The smallest are approximately palm-sized, with larger (re-loadable) launchers now entering production for the military. Popular ammunition consists of smoke and chemical flare shells, although low-pressure loads packed with irritants—such as capsaicin and silver flakes—have gained favor among groups such as the Inquisition.

Inquisitors employed under the Glass House swear by the smaller mortars, and can be often be seen carrying several among their repertoire of tools. 

Full-Metal, Like A Worse Grease Gun. Also, Look At This Thing!
Uploaded By "Smokeytube" On Wikipedia

Stone-Throwers

Forged in the scrapworks of the Twin States. Slam-fire pipe rifles and blunderbusses While they are some of the most plentiful firearms in Bromeilles, they lack a consistent design, leaving them unreliable and prone to failure. Rifles fire slugs.

I think it'd make for a neat reward.
From Genitron

Harmonica Gun

If anyone on the continent could be considered a proper gunsmith, it would be Quentin Blanchard—protégé of the great Gisèle De Roy. Blanchard was a renowned engineer and mathematician, and tutored directly underneath De Roy at the Institut de Cochon in Courrisaunt. His work there would have changed the world of gunsmithing forever, had he not died in its halls.
 

Bromeilles is on the verge of inventing a proper shotgun. Shells have proven themselves to be an effective and versatile mode of transportation, and as snipers (with guns, at least) have yet to reveal themselves as threats on either side, they remain unconvinced of cartridges. Quentin Blanchard pursued the craft anyway.

Harmonica guns, duck's foot pistols, and other unusual firearms have become realized by Blanchard's mind, but he is also believed to possess some of the first standardized handguns in history, crafted by his own hand. Should they still exist, the weapons likely remain where they were built: in the workshop of the abandoned institute.

Puking All Over The President (Sludge Post)

Here's a rough collection of thoughts pulled out of my first sludge pile, which I filled sometime in 2022. It is a mixture of setting-specific blurbs, wild ideas, and whatever random bullshit crawled into and out of my brain. May my trash somehow become your treasure!

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Chronomancy — the reversal of molecules to younger forms

Gustneau's Pet — At what point does artificial life become life?

The Blood and The Body are not the same thing

Communicate through dreams by changing one aspect of the environment at a time.

Lycanthropy is a disease, Vampirism is a curse

Vampires can consume "normal" food and drink without difficulty, and some even take great pleasure in it. It cannot, however, subsist them fully

What DOES happen to tieflings when they die????

Who said that imps (bug-people) learned to speak common? Or that they even have voice boxes? They're magic users, after all

You Reap What You Sow goes both ways

Mimics first teach their children to imitate currency when they hatch

Mimics like the ones from Prey (2017)

Four owls in one's dream is a sign of witchcraft

A firearm that requires hit dice / spell slots / magic dice to fire

Lunar Witches (and by extension, potentially lycanthropes) can hear the moon humming (crying?) to them

POSITIVISM IMPLIES FINALITY // YOU ONLY SPEAK OF LIES // OPEN WIDE

The Solaine have a guilty pleasure of drinking blood tinctured with drugs (what kind?)

"I could wake up as a hundred different people, and it wouldn't change a thing."

The borderline is visibly drawn, strewn with blood and gore

Grinders: Body-Modders

WE ARE NOT MANY / / YOU ARE FEW / / THE GRAIN THINKS ITSELF THE MOUND

Training yourself to have object-permanent dreams

Cogphtram: a drug that makes you perceive yourself as another person

...Do Liches learn to control all their bodily functions by getting super stoned?

FLAW: "I hate people who are in the same position as me"

The imps were not created with telepathy; it was earned, and it can be removed (albeit over generations)

Hypatia was the first of the angels to step foot on Séraphine, perhaps? Importance lies in the fact that the first angel was a devil

A monster that changes intent every time it takes damage

FLAW: "There must be no copies of me. Not reflections, no records, no exceptions"

A calling card that constructs itself out of the victim's blood, either as an object or a puddle

"Rabbit, why must we drink from the bottom of the glass?" / / "Too much tea is bad for your teeth, dear Alice!"

A lightsaber which balances on the shoulder like a greatsword

Third-Leg Magik philosophy

Emotional sign systems

Calling barracks "tombs"

Seeing a group of witches for the first time is a terrifying experience:  whispering cacophonies from identical shadows

Airports are fae space

A giant, cylindrical lake at the bottom of a dense jungle gully

An Electric motor in a spaceship that throws thousands of incredibly dense orbee-like balls behind it

"I know people worry they’ve lost too much blood. Don’t worry, you keep making more. Just like tears."

Nailing copper nails into trees to stop them from (re)growing

Iridovirus

Dragons prevent space travel through violence and desolation—Mars was only the beginning, shattered to bits by falling stars

A drug that can't be taken during the day / at sundown

Fungal creatures, using bodies as hosts/greenhouses, would be about as temperature-resistant

The greatest claim any self-proclaimed [enchanter] could make is that they were miraculously immune to propaganda

"See that guy over there? I killed him yesterday, and he doesn't even know it yet"

Goldfish acknowledge space—humans track it