
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.
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.
Perched atop rusted stilts at the edge of the Dreadmire, the Crooked Lantern Inn sways with the sigh of every midnight breeze. Lanterns of green witchfire hang from the eaves, casting odd shadows that sometimes blink or slither. The innkeeper, a broad-shouldered woman with a jaw set like an anchor, never asks your name, and guests sometimes leave a little lighter—sometimes in pocket, sometimes in soul. Perched atop rusted stilts at the edge of the Dreadmire, the Crooked Lantern Inn sways with the sigh of every midnight breeze. Lanterns of green witchfire hang from the eaves, casting odd shadows that sometimes blink or slither. The innkeeper, a broad-shouldered woman with a jaw set like an anchor, never asks your name, and guests sometimes leave a little lighter—sometimes in pocket, sometimes in soul.
In the Screeching Valley, the wind itself is alive—a banshee chorus shrieking between pillars of basalt. Travelers pack their ears with wax and carve runes into their boots, hoping to muffle the voices that promise glory and disaster in the same breath. In the Screeching Valley, the wind itself is alive—a banshee chorus shrieking between pillars of basalt. Travelers pack their ears with wax and carve runes into their boots, hoping to muffle the voices that promise glory and disaster in the same breath.
In the Drowned Spires, fish glide through empty windows and coral blossoms where worshipers once knelt. At night, the bells ring without hands, tolling out over leagues of kelp forest, drawing lost sailors into watery dreams from which they never wake. In the Drowned Spires, fish glide through empty windows and coral blossoms where worshipers once knelt. At night, the bells ring without hands, tolling out over leagues of kelp forest, drawing lost sailors into watery dreams from which they never wake.
Aveline Blackwater, sheriff of Dustwind, carries both badge and burden with a weathered hand. Her gaze is as cold and steady as the barrel of her rifle, and rumor has it she once stared down a tornado until it turned aside. In her presence, men and storms alike find themselves wanting. Aveline Blackwater, sheriff of Dustwind, carries both badge and burden with a weathered hand. Her gaze is as cold and steady as the barrel of her rifle, and rumor has it she once stared down a tornado until it turned aside. In her presence, men and storms alike find themselves wanting.
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.


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.


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.
