The Patron Saint of Beverages, Hang-Overs, Regrets
A rare sight, but one dreaded by the foes of dwarvendom.
Egads! Don’t you humans understand how freaking repulsive you look? I’m getting sick to my stomachs right now… urp…
Nempori Diplomat Ocan
War is the biggest business of the future.
For barrel that explode when you shoot them, there’s only one name you can count on, that’s ACME.
Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree
Common Falk Saying, the Midlands
Mercenaries and bounty hunters? We don’t need the help of scum like that.
A brief list of warship types and their identification
The largest warship of the Terran Hegemony capable of landing on Earth and launching again into orbit.
...and why they should be avoided like the plague.
30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard’s shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.
Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins
Behold, for I am the form of Destruction
Inscription on the Virednith
The Black Bard of Nihilism
Thus do the spirits of the six elements take form beyond the norm of elementals of genre fantasy.
I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer
Known as the Witch-Queen of Togaille, the White Lady, and the Liche Elfbane.
Revenge, but at what cost?
This stuff will make you a sexual Red-Frilled Blood Dragon.
Jesk, Orcish gladiator
If you wake up in a field of green grass, looking at a woman of flesh and steel. Be glad, you are dead. If you wake up covered in blood and shit, be gladder still. For you are alive and your time is not yet come!
In the far reaches of a long-lost wilderness, there stands a forgotten town inhabited only by children. Though they appear normal enough, their eyes burn with madness, and they speak in a foreign, archaic tongue. Nearly a millenia ago, a powerful spell had gone awry, or maybe it had succeeded - in any case, it ended up blessing, or cursing, an entire generation of children with agelessness. However, as the centuries passed, the children's parents grew old and died, the buildings of the town crumbled to earth, and even the civilization itself faded into history, becoming lost to time. All that remained were the children, driven mad by the psychological toll of living for hundreds of years beyond their age. In time, most children died, killed off by fighting amongst themselves, while many others were driven to suicide. Only a small handful remain, and they are a strange people indeed.