A curious man with no past or desire beyond that of his art.
The story of an old gnome who makes an exceptional living off of designing and building unique strongholds.
Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.
A sampling of 30 gods, separated into pantheons.
Hailing from the giant swamp planet of Acadia, the Leech Lords rule with a mighty will. And slimy green tentacles.
An item revered by the Serenia and reviled by the Fasceti.
The world was ripped apart in a great cataclysm 3,000 years ago. This is a Codex of the pocket realms created by that great sundering.
Nightmares upon the battlefield. Once thought defeated, rumors of their return have begun to spread.
Three cities that come and go, yet never see the shining sun.
A Five Room Dungeon about finding the Imperial city of The Lost Empire.
The Imperial city has been sucked into hell and the rest of the world has been ripped apart. And tying it all together is the Crystal Tower. The Tower lives in all realms, a needle piercing the fabric of each reality and threading them all together.
Inspired by #35 from 30 Benefits to owning a pet crocodile.
Because somebody had to.
How much hatred does it take to buy revenge?
His faithful will devour the world
Its old and battered exterior hides a subtle, and finicky, magic.
By late afternoon, the sky starts to cloud over. The sun shines behind the fluffy clouds, gilding the edges and showing a Jacob's-ladder of rays streaming through the gaps...very pretty. Gradually the clouds shift into a new configuration: you realize with awe-struck, preternatural clarity that the clouds form a map of a coast-line that you know against the blue sky as ocean: surely it's a Sign! Suddenly, the golden beams coalesce into one long ray that strikes across the blue. A star-like gleam flashes under the ray: perhaps it is an island? But the charts show no island there...who would want to hide an island? Who could do it?