Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger
The Masque of Hunger
Perhaps one of the oldest of the humanoid races, the Pelamids are a sort of missing link between terrestrial humans and aquatic merfolk.
Predator, nightstalker, brother to beasts, call me a monster long enough brother and I very well might become one.
Jaurmes, Augrune woodcutter
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GET AWAY FROM ME YOU ZOMBIE FREAKS!
Last words of Derrius the Bold
One of the legendary unholy treasures
Also known as the Staff of the Bodyguard
Luchildsburg? Yeah I remember that place, they had the black ale that tasted so bad.
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak
Vernissage, apprentice bard.
The scent of magic
A slightly atypical stinking swamp festering with goblins
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?
Curiosity killed the cat…
An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.
Good and evil? I see neither, I only see law and order opposing chaos and anarchy. Anarchy means blood, death, and poverty. I’ll take order and riches over that.
Sokolov the Axiomancer
A fairly average world that happens to be the headquarter site of the Earth Alliance Space Probe Agency (EASPA)
In an age of lawlessness and war, there is one man who stands up against bandits and tyranny. That man is Michael Long, aka…the Gunman
A traveling dungeon of canvas and props…
A small collection of magic items intended to limit or negate the powers of a magic user
Imagine a tribe of nomads where all the males have the blessing of being were-stallions. The tribe would not need to have ordinary horses to move around, all mounted warriors would be female and a curious custom could be that when a couple gets married, the girl rides her chosen to the altar.