Psion v1.3

A large orc is flung across the

room, smashing through

tables and chairs before hitting

the wall with a thunderous

crash, collapsing dazed. A

human, her eyes still glowing

with unearthly power, tosses a

few extra coins on the bar. "Sorry for the

mess. If he wakes up, tell him to try picking

on someone his own size next time".

The prisoner's expression turns from

defiant to puzzled as the interrogator asks no

questions, merely stares at them silently. His

puzzled expression turns worried as he finds

himself, unbidden, recalling where he stashed

the loot. "Under the stables behind the Rusty

Hook Inn" the interrogator finally speaks,

as the thief's expression becomes terrified.

"Ain't you... cold or somethin'?" the dwarf

asks the elf as they trudge through the snow,

eying her simple robe and bare feet. "I just

think 'warm'" the elf replies with a distracted

air. The dwarf snorts, a puff of chilled air.

Typical elf nonsense. Except... they haven't

frozen to death yet. "Say... could you think some

'warm' this way?" the dwarf asks hopefully.

To the dwarfs surprise, the chill of the snow

fades away completely "that's downright

creepy... hey don't stop now! Was jus' sayin'

it was creepy."

Psions are those who have tapped into a

special otherworldly force, with the ability to

actualize the power of their mind to accomplish

impossible feats. Reading minds, lifting vast

weights, and transcending physical limitations,

they tend to inspire awe and terror in equal measure.

The exact nature of what is Psionic power might be a question answered in your setting, or it might not be. Most view Psionic power as coming from within, though other answers exist - anything from the leaking power of the Far Realm, to an alternate way to express magic, to an actualization of an individuals will upon the world.