Ife and Eath, governors of existence

A theoretical study in theology, centered on the existence of beings so far from human understanding, that they can only be named as gods

- by Mnogos, a humble travelling monk

Everlife dungeon

Dungeons are usually dangerous places in which only the very brave or very foolish dare set foot. They are dangerous because you can easily lose a limb, or even your life, inside. This place is no different. With one tiny exception...

Nothing dies in there.

30 Members of the Players Cult

30 cult members, of varying levels of sanity and skill.  Divided into Guilds for convenience and clarity.  Could potentially be used as 30 gang members, depending on your needs.

Friar's Weed

Found, normally, deep in the swamp, the Friar's Weed's poison is something to be watched for.

Raveten

An army can be compared to a craftsmen. Both produce for gain. A craftsmen produces a product, a good, for monetary gain. An army, however, produces corpses for resource acquisition. Be it on the battlefield or in the medical tent with the severely wounded being put out of their misery, the fillers of graves are being produced.

Any mind of the modern age has thought about putting those bodies to work. Necromancy has long been socially inacceptable. Besides, no one enjoys seeing a former comrade, a former brother-in-arms, walking around fighting and killing with a spear hole in his gut and a couple arrows hanging from the arms. And the only other way was to throw the dead body into a catapult and throw it at the enemy, in the hopes of giving them plague.

It was Obstarian military who first unleashed the Raveten on their foes during the World War. No one was prepared for it. And so people died.

Helstone Treasures

Aye lad, they gleam do they not? Treasures they seem, and to some, they are. But they are not for mortals, lad, not for you at least...

The Forgotten Brand

Why do they choose to re-appear now? Perhaps it is just a crazed local? What will happen to the child?

Etherleaf

An interesting little idea I came up with. Also my first attempt at a 100 Word Challenge.

Xen'da'rik

The desert is like the sea, the sands shift ebb and flow and with them so does life. The tide is in ebb, and Xen'da'rik is dying. 

Dwarven Sapper

Sneaky bastards, the lot of them