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Names

Witchmark TowerVornixPhantom Lantern InnRakshaIron Howl KeepTumbrixZugg VarrickQuill OxbloodPatch PennyboneRed HankCalyx MandrakeMaddox SlagHexweaver’s ReliquaryShrieker NullGrivokAust CreedDaska HalloweyesBast GunwhaleEchoing PikeBlyth GorespindleGloomspireBlightwind SocietyShivershade MarketGunner Patch-EyePipper QuickLyrith VexianCorvin SableVorashGrotch SkadPhage IronjawDreadstar ReliquaryBrynna VoskMurn CobwebEzra MawTorbulThe Crooked CometZarvexWilla TarmiteNell BrambleFlint IronbarSpectra CoilSalka DuskwalkerThe Rusted WishboneVaskel DruneJakob KnellsSkulnThe Withered FlaskVel TattercoatJinx CrumblehookGloamgutterVexer’s GauntletTorren StarkillerSinjin the Riven
Cobble WicksThe Drunken HarbingerKraxilRetch GreelNithraFynch LurlyDr. Vex HyperionJellithAshbriar RefugeThistle SmirkThe Oathbound FlaskEldruunMaudra GallowsOrder of the Shattered SigilNym UmbrafadeOlifrey NightshadeHarrow GristFrostweld AegisThe Sable LedgerWraithpine QuarterBrumeelKhyraxan BladeThrallakGristle HemlockVrisshka GhoulbornThe Brass VagrantMorlek

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

Shyreene Driftwood stands at the helm of the Stolen Mercy, her sea-bleached hair tangled in a dozen charms and shark teeth. Her eyes are glass-green and glimmer with cunning, yet those who meet her gaze sense the hush of the deep—cold, fathomless, and ancient. It’s said she can smell mutiny brewing before the first whisper, and that her compass needle always points toward lost fortunes—or coming storms. Shyreene Driftwood stands at the helm of the Stolen Mercy, her sea-bleached hair tangled in a dozen charms and shark teeth. Her eyes are glass-green and glimmer with cunning, yet those who meet her gaze sense the hush of the deep—cold, fathomless, and ancient. It’s said she can smell mutiny brewing before the first whisper, and that her compass needle always points toward lost fortunes—or coming storms.

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 Alabaster Oracle is a blindfolded child who sits at the heart of the ruined city, her hair drifting in a wind no one else can feel. She speaks only in riddles and palindromes, eyes glazed with visions of futures tangled like fishing nets. The Alabaster Oracle is a blindfolded child who sits at the heart of the ruined city, her hair drifting in a wind no one else can feel. She speaks only in riddles and palindromes, eyes glazed with visions of futures tangled like fishing nets.

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.

Husk Hollow is a mining town chewed into the ribs of a red sandstone canyon. At sunset, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the ghostly refrain of pickaxes striking stone. Locals say the gold veins ran dry the night the earth swallowed half the townsfolk whole—and spits out their whispers with every dust storm. Husk Hollow is a mining town chewed into the ribs of a red sandstone canyon. At sunset, the wind howls through empty streets, carrying the ghostly refrain of pickaxes striking stone. Locals say the gold veins ran dry the night the earth swallowed half the townsfolk whole—and spits out their whispers with every dust storm.

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.