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GobbithThrallakSable DriftsVaskel DruneAust CreedAshbriar RefugeZugg VarrickVel TattercoatFrostweld AegisThe Obsidian CowlShivershade MarketHexweaver’s ReliquaryKhyraxan BladeQuaskGrotch SkadGrivokSalka DuskwalkerNightvault ArmorThe Drunken HarbingerVorashVrisshka GhoulbornGloomspireJellithSkriln GrubfistSillithEzra MawThe Rusted WishboneDraugrenCorvin SablePhantom Lantern InnMaddox SlagDreadstar ReliquaryMaudra GallowsIron Howl KeepSkulnWilla TarmiteSinjin the RivenFlint IronbarKraxilBast GunwhaleTorn IlvraShrieker NullEchoing PikeDaska HalloweyesThe Withered FlaskVrax OrbbanePatch PennyboneJinx CrumblehookNym UmbrafadeCobble WicksBlightwind SocietyMorvane the BlackWraithpine Quarter
NithraDr. Vex HyperionPipper QuickSpectra CoilTorbulThistle SmirkFynch LurlyVermilion BastionThe Crooked CometRed HankSarnak VoidtideBlyth GorespindleMindleBrynna VoskMurn CobwebThe Oathbound FlaskRakshaLyrith VexianMorlekSinister GrottoPhage IronjawJakob KnellsQuill OxbloodCalyx MandrakeVornixRetch GreelNell Bramble

Instantly generate creative, setting-appropriate names for tokens as soon as they’re added to the canvas—or use the TokenHUD’s Crystal Menu to refresh names on demand. Stay in the flow with quick, immersive naming for every encounter.

Use the *names chat command to receive themed name suggestions instantly. Pick your favorite, and the token is renamed automatically—quick, easy, and always fitting your world.

Descriptions

The Moonlit Carnival appears without warning at the edge of town, all striped tents and drifting laughter. Wagers are made with secrets and the prizes are impossible: a second shadow, a vial of yesterday’s tears, a map that shows only forgotten roads. At dawn, it is gone, leaving only footprints and the distant echo of a calliope. The Moonlit Carnival appears without warning at the edge of town, all striped tents and drifting laughter. Wagers are made with secrets and the prizes are impossible: a second shadow, a vial of yesterday’s tears, a map that shows only forgotten roads. At dawn, it is gone, leaving only footprints and the distant echo of a calliope.

A splintered ship hull, the Guttergull, rots in a salt marsh, crewed by barnacle-encrusted skeletons doomed to endless chores. Lanterns of captured fireflies bob along the rigging, illuminating maps etched on dried kelp. Their captain mutters to the tide, plotting a course for a harbor that hasn’t existed in centuries. A splintered ship hull, the Guttergull, rots in a salt marsh, crewed by barnacle-encrusted skeletons doomed to endless chores. Lanterns of captured fireflies bob along the rigging, illuminating maps etched on dried kelp. Their captain mutters to the tide, plotting a course for a harbor that hasn’t existed in centuries.

The Iron Sky Leviathan drifts above the clouds, a titanic beast of scale and steel, its belly festooned with lights like constellations. Its song is a low, thunderous hum that lures lost airships to dock on its back, never to return. The Iron Sky Leviathan drifts above the clouds, a titanic beast of scale and steel, its belly festooned with lights like constellations. Its song is a low, thunderous hum that lures lost airships to dock on its back, never to return.

Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living. Moghul the Unburied rises at dusk from a mound of scorched bones, his colossal frame bound by chains that rattle like distant thunder. His molten gaze boils the ground beneath his feet, and his laughter curdles blood. None who enter his lair beneath the shattered amphitheater do so twice, for his hunger is matched only by his hatred for the living.

The Bloodcairn Throne is a grotesque seat of stone, built atop a mound of skulls in the deepest crypt. Crimson moss creeps over its arms, and anyone foolish enough to sit feels the weight of every betrayal in their lineage, pressed cold and hard against the heart. The Bloodcairn Throne is a grotesque seat of stone, built atop a mound of skulls in the deepest crypt. Crimson moss creeps over its arms, and anyone foolish enough to sit feels the weight of every betrayal in their lineage, pressed cold and hard against the heart.

Instantly create evocative, system-agnostic descriptions for any creature, NPC, or scene. Just click from the TokenHUD’s Crystal Menu—Forge delivers flavorful text right to chat, ready to read or copy to your notes.

Homebrew

Create detailed homebrew content using intuitive, in-app forms. Choose from presets or customize your own. When you’re done, save your results to a Foundry journal or clipboard for instant use in your game.

Powerful Chat Commands

Prefer keyboard shortcuts? Interact with Forge’s features directly using chat commands—generate names, descriptions, or homebrew in real time, right from the chat box.