A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.
Few things attract attention quite like the death of a star.
Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito
Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic
Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless
Beringia, the sinking kingdom.
Dont mind him, he’s just a rag man
Clochardshire resident, common quote
Gentlemen, BEHOLD! The celestial spider!
30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.
The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng
Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins
A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.
Dire Ape, I choose you!!!
The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.
First, you get the gold. Then you get the power. I could care about the women, I’ve had the men in the palm of my hand since I was 17.
Memoirs of Wealth, excerpt
A metal that can only be tempered once, and ever after it shall know no flame, nor shall heat harm it
A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma
We need a bigger gun…
Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.
Those other lists of 30
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?