First Published: 10/09/02 Updated: 06/02/16 This article features rules for a Toho universe based Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) game. It adapts Godzilla, Mothra and characters from other science fiction and fantasy films like the Onmyoji series for the game. The rules are broken into four sections: Janjira: a Toho based setting Gods Monsters Spells and Domains Equipment Gods includes information on the god-kaiju of a Toho universe based campaign. The monsters are the various creatures of a Toho universe based game, including non-divine kaiju and monsters. Also includes rules on playing some of the more benign races. The History of Janjira The new world began with the destruction of the old one. Ten thousand years ago the nations of Janjira, who had long labored to secure their kingdoms against the trials and tribulations of the world, achieved their goal. Their greatest minds had derived wondrous technologies from the very foundations of the world, a melding of machine and magic. Where once children in remote villages grew up hungry and sick, automatons were brought to tend crops and heal their maladies. Houses in the mountains were filled with warmth during the coldest months of the year and the deadliest creatures of the wild were held in check by the awesome might of their arms. The most basic trials that had harried civilization since the beginning of time now assuaged, the people of Janjira set aside their toils and gazed out on their lands in peace. Years passed, and they forgot the struggles of their ancestors and set aside their gods, decreeing that their society had reached what must surely be perfection. But all was not as it seemed. Of the three nations of Janjira, Sergina was the most prosperous. In no other place did the fruits of labor bear greater bounty, and her people grew greater still as more visionaries and scholars flocked to her borders. Combined with an abundance of natural resources, Sergina led the way in producing marvels to ease the lives of her citizens and expand their knowledge of the world. And while Sergina lit the way for all the people of Janjira, the leaders of Saradia and Rolisica watched them in jealousy. Saradia, with its vast deserts and mountains, still maintained the lowest standards of living in Janjira. Unable to turn their arid nation into productive farmland, they were dependent on Sergina to provide aid. But as Sergina continued to prosper, the people of Saradia began to begrudge them their success. So their leaders turned to Rolisica and expressed their growing doubts and suspicions. Now Rolisica, a nation nigh as prosperous as Sergina, had long nursed a deep-seated jealousy of that land. In listening to the misgivings of Saradia, the leader of Rolisica saw an opportunity to finally usurp its rival's position. Deceiving the Saradian leadership, Rolisica's leader swore that Sergina possessed the ability to turn the desert into a fertile paradise, but refused to do so in order to maintain its power over them. Declaring that they could no longer stand idly by in the face of such injustice, the Rolisican government forged an alliance with Saradia. And so the two nations began to plot against peaceful Sergina. Saradia began to train legions of soldiers for the coming conflict while Rolisica delved further than ever before into the construction of deadly weapons, breaking barriers never before crossed in their pursuit of power. And when they had readied a greater army than had been seen in over three thousand years, they sprung their attack and began the Final War. After so many years of peace, the Emperor of Sergina was caught completely unaware by the sudden aggression. Though his nation had technology to spare, little of it was of use in war. Decrying them as would be overlords, the Saradian forces attacked Sergina's borders and destroyed their ports with their partner's weaponry. And as the Rolisican forces ferried their subordinate's hordes into battle, they prepared their most devastating weapons; for they had discovered how to unlock the very fires of creation. Without warning, Rolisica began to destroy the many cities of Sergina in burning holocausts. The Jade Acropolis was reduced to nothing by their unstoppable missiles and hundreds of thousands perished as their civilization was destroyed. The night sky glowed red as the last forces of Sergina, precious few who had escaped the great fires, began their last stand at the feet of the mountains in the south. Weeks passed as the traitorous nations sent their forces in to begin the harvest. With each landing ship, things looked more and more bleak. The conquest complete, Rolisica declared its power absolute and ordered the destruction of the remaining Sergina strength. Joining its forces with Saradia's legions for the final assault, they stormed the mountains. The battle raged for many hours as the forces of Sergina, seeing death advancing on them, held the line. Night fell and a great storm raged while the two traitorous nations attempted to eradicate the last people of Sergina, whose once proud populace had been eradicated in the name jealousy and greed. And as those brave warriors began to falter against the overwhelming strength of their enemies, they were delivered. For in using the fire of the creation to destroy their brothers and sisters, the traitors had sealed their fate. The Gods had returned to Janjira. The storm seemed to part as a towering leviathan stepped onto the battlefield from the east, a trail of destruction in his wake. The fighting stopped as all who were present turned to stare upon the face of a living god. The Sergina warriors knelt before the mighty being from the past, for though the people of Janjira had long since turned their backs on the gods, they knew who stood before them. Loosing a cry louder than the storm around him, Godzilla announced his reappearance to the world. None were unshaken by that cry, a sound of fury dredged up from the beginning of days. He had sensed his fire in the world again and awoken from his long sleep to have his vengeance. Fearing the kaiju to be an ally of the remaining Sergina warriors, Rolisica had its ships fire on the mighty king. But even their awesome weapons were nothing against him. Blue lightning danced across his back and soldiers were crushed beneath his feet as Godzilla decimated all who would stand before him. Nothing that the traitors brought to bear even slowed him down; their attacks broke upon his hide like water on stone. Seeing that their efforts were futile, they began to flee. But they would not escape Godzilla's wrath so easily; he burned their ships when they began to take on survivors. Helpless before his power, the remainder of the Rolisican ships began to sail back to their own lands. Thus began the Long Retreat. With the traitors fleeing before him, Godzilla turned back to the mountain where the last of Sergina's warriors remained. As he glared down at them over the scarred and pitted remains of the battlefield, they began to pray: "Let your wrath be loosed on those who deserve it most; those who trespass against you. May they realize the futility of their efforts as your gaze falls upon them. And let that be a warning to all who would forget your holy duty as keeper of the balance; Nature has an order. May the people of the world learn from you or be trampled beneath your feet." Perhaps pleased by their show of piety, the King of the Monsters turned and dove into the sea. The remaining warriors breathed a collective sigh of relief, knowing that they had been spared from his terrible wrath. Hours passed as the remnants of Sergina combed the battlefield for the wounded and dead. Near dawn, the storm broke as the moon set and the stars shown their last light. And with the rising of the sun she appeared before them: Mothra. On radiant wings she came to them, the dawn light breaking behind her as she alighted gently on the shore. With her were the two priestesses, the Shobijin. The tiny twins stood before the goddess on the beach and asked if they could speak with the leader of Sergina. Up stepped Emiko, daughter of the Emperor and acting regent of her nation, though but a child to the warriors who fought beside her. Approaching the benevolent goddess, she bowed low before Her and her emissaries. "We are humbled by your presence great ones." She said, "Would that I could offer you comfort after your journey, but I'm afraid we have little to spare after the destruction visited on our home. Regardless, we welcome you to these lands once more." The Shobijin smiled sadly. "You are kind, but it is you that we have come to aid. In her wisdom, Mothra has come to help you in your time of greatest need." And with that, Mothra took to the sky and, passing over the battlefield, let fly the scales of her wings. Golden dust filled the air, turning the rain covered field into a sea of light. And as the motes settled onto the fallen, they began to stir. Former enemies stood up from the battlefield and watched as the Divine Moth floated gracefully above them. "You must set aside your grievances!" the Shobijin cried in unison, hands clasped between them, "The people of Janjira have strayed from the righteous path for too long. In your arrogance you had thought that you had risen above the firmament, but this is not so.