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Morvane the BlackPhantom Lantern InnThe Rusted WishboneCalyx MandrakeMorlekWitchmark TowerThule ScarcladHexweaver’s ReliquaryGobbithJellithEzra MawDraugrenNightvault ArmorSarnak VoidtideVermilion BastionLyrith VexianRetch GreelBrumeelGloomspireThe Drunken HarbingerGloamgutterCobble WicksAust CreedEchoing PikeBast GunwhaleNym UmbrafadeBlightwind SocietyThe Obsidian CowlPhage IronjawMaddox SlagThe Crooked CometAshbriar RefugeTumbrixVaskel DruneSinjin the RivenVrisshka GhoulbornFlint IronbarDr. Vex HyperionJinx CrumblehookThe Brass VagrantShrieker NullHarrow GristWraithpine QuarterSable DriftsThe Sable LedgerFrostweld AegisVorashPipper QuickBrynna VoskShivershade MarketBlyth GorespindleNell BrambleMindle
Fynch LurlyMirebel the UnboundThe Oathbound FlaskSpectra CoilSkulnVornixSinister GrottoTorn IlvraZarvexGunner Patch-EyeRakshaShardholdEldruunQuaskVrax OrbbaneGrotch SkadPatch PennyboneDreadstar ReliquaryOrder of the Shattered SigilJakob KnellsQuill OxbloodIron Howl KeepGristle HemlockWilla TarmiteThe Withered FlaskMaudra GallowsVel Tattercoat

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

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.

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.

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.

The Scrimshaw Oracle is a weathered walrus tusk etched in spirals and scenes from a hundred forgotten lives. When pressed to the ear, it whispers prophecies in the voices of drowned sailors, promising both doom and salvation in the next tide. The Scrimshaw Oracle is a weathered walrus tusk etched in spirals and scenes from a hundred forgotten lives. When pressed to the ear, it whispers prophecies in the voices of drowned sailors, promising both doom and salvation in the next tide.

The Paradox Sphere sits on a pedestal of tarnished copper, swirling with impossible colors that slide away from the mind’s eye. Scholars claim the artifact can unravel time itself, yet each study session erases the memory of the previous, leaving only feverish notes in unknown hands. The Paradox Sphere sits on a pedestal of tarnished copper, swirling with impossible colors that slide away from the mind’s eye. Scholars claim the artifact can unravel time itself, yet each study session erases the memory of the previous, leaving only feverish notes in unknown hands.

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.