This glowing fungus has been known both to save lives, and to ruin them as well.
It is said that a ghastly ghost of glowing glass haunts Vallermoore Cathedral, the spirit of a fair knight of centuries past…
The Cuirass of the Winds can litraly blow one’s attackers away, but the wearer should take care, for it’s loyalty lies elsewhere…
There are many legends of monarchs the world over who will one day rise from their tombs to lead their nations again in times of dire need. In the case of King Arkon, the tale is true.He would rise from his tomb, if he only could break out from the sealed stone doors.
There was a mage once who dreamed of magic being there for everybody, and with his "Leveler" wand he might well have turned his dream into reality.
The Crew of the “New Hope”, a fine, and not so fine, bunch of seafaring men.
On the surface, these white calfskin gloves appear ordinary, until another human or an animal is touched, when they reveal the mysteries of the mind.
Thirty Mages for every kind of magical world out there.
If you sit down for a drink of Timewine, be careful to remember just how many drinks you have consumed, or it might turn around and club you on the head when you least expect it.
Twisted and cave-filled are many of the coastlines of Acqua, scoured by the mighty waves and sucking currants and tides. If you are not careful when approaching one of these caves, you might well not be able to dodge in time as one or more spines spring out at you.
Since the creation of the Convict Collar, crime has dropped greatly in the major towns and cities, and the numbers of those locked up at State expense has fallen by a third.
(Extract from Pier Point Police Penal Policy document.)
This mouldy green blade has saved many of it’s owners, only to turn on some of them who dared to overwork it. It should be treated with great respect by it’s owner, to avoid what happens when it goes bad.And allways remember, keep it out of the kitchen at all costs!
It was one of the most hated rulers, King Coloman the Horrible,who had this beautiful Quartz orb made. He thought he would be able to see into the future, and he did, but due to his greed, he did not know the horrible fate that awaited him.
To the holder of the DwarfSlayer it is said that the very mountians will allow access, but he or she will be amongst Dwarves the most hated person on the planet.
Several arson attacks, and two deaths later, as the Mayor retreated from the ashy figure before him and his curtains went up in flame, he decided that burning the Bishop had been a very bad idea.
For eight centuries Elric’s Silver Hammer has been buried in his barrow with him-a terrible fate for a sentinent weapon. Is it any wonder that it has got a little crazy after all those years?
Emma Verney is the black sheep of the rich and noble Verney family because of her strange liking of the Orc tribes of the wastelands.Such a liking may well have got her into deep trouble with the Orcs and her fellow humans alike.
It is said that this sacred sword can move fire and earth to defend it’s wearer, but the truth is uncertain.Some say it’s powers must surely be only myth, others that it is the most dangerous weapon in the Kingdom.
Strawberry Fields would be nothing more then a swamp if it were not fore those who raised it through the sweat of their brows.
Whilst they are not the leading predators that they used to be, a bite from them is still to be avoided.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.