Devoted to the Goddess of War, Prince Yakaw is second to none in the crafting and use of swords mundane and magical.
Often the largest of the terrestrial predators, the bear is often overlooked in favor of more flashy and glamourous monsters.
Of creatures great and small
Behold, the Mountain of the Snow Bunnies!
Thus begins, a war, between kingdom and kingdom, between brother and brother, between generation and generation…
‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’
Marv, the Brigand
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
Vagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.
Be it salt, wheat, silk or gold, money is money lad.
‘Remember Lais and do your job well, perhaps one day you’ll be a Princess in a foreign land.’
The Promise of many a brothel keeper.
Dare you approach the great and mighty Modock! KNEEL!
T’would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast…
Worse than those of the Shattered Orb are those who have fallen from the Bright Path and Axtrami’s grace. Yet among them are some who have recieved the extreme blessing of Axtrami, to become glass themselves…
‘The bigger the brain, the smaller the heart. What do wizards know of faith?’
From this day forth, let this Kingdom be free from the tyranny of the gods and their chosen!
King Mapother IV quoting Provost Layton Frost
The art of putting spells within spells.
Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens
The mists of the northlands are as incessant as the cries of the crows or the everpresent boughs of the multitudes of elm, oak, and yew.
Should we fail to deliver a good promised within seven days, whence it arrives it shall be delivered free of all charges.
Baldric and Frog’s Semaine Promise
Topaz you say, looks like a good quality citrine to me. I’ll give you 8 pieces of silver for it.
Galvinus driving a bargain.
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.