
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.
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.
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.
Mist gathers nightly in the Spindlewood, rising between ancient trunks twisted into cathedral spires. Here, time moves oddly, and stepping off the path might send a wanderer tumbling into decades or dreams. The forest’s dryads are draped in veils of spider silk and speak in riddles only the moon remembers. Mist gathers nightly in the Spindlewood, rising between ancient trunks twisted into cathedral spires. Here, time moves oddly, and stepping off the path might send a wanderer tumbling into decades or dreams. The forest’s dryads are draped in veils of spider silk and speak in riddles only the moon remembers.
The Gilded Shrike, a flintlock pistol chased with gold and mother-of-pearl, fires silent bullets that leave neither wound nor blood but snatch the memory of a single name from the victim’s mind. Outlaws and lawmen alike covet it, though most cannot recall why they sought it once it leaves their hand. The Gilded Shrike, a flintlock pistol chased with gold and mother-of-pearl, fires silent bullets that leave neither wound nor blood but snatch the memory of a single name from the victim’s mind. Outlaws and lawmen alike covet it, though most cannot recall why they sought it once it leaves their hand.
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.
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.
