Robotic Poet or Paperweight
Tidal Forest/Water Hazard
An order dedicated to the observation of the heavens above
Belphegor - A demon of Sloth and Greed
“Please sirs, my grandmother lives just beyond the forest”
the sounds of war
A farmer, handy with a bow, and if you’re a bird I would advise staying far from his fields
Dire Vine has a long reach, watch your feet less they disappear from underneath you
An interesting creation of a supreme serpent sorcerer
“Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison”.
Once opened, a Door of Entrance can only be shut by closing it
- Dum the Obvious, Things I’ve Read About
A society in which people believe that the hundreds of stars that dot the sky are the dreams of the sleeping. When the sun goes down, and the people of the world rest, the dreams begin to seed the sky, disappearing in the morning as the populace awakes once more. It could be just a folk tale, or it could be real...