The first power cores
Once a god, now something less…
A time of flags and feasts…
Pumpkintown, The Strawberry Festival, Fall Days - small town festivals are as varied as the small towns that host them, and just as colorful.
only peasants and commoners call them wizard’s robes, those of the art know their true name.
A pioneer, visionary, alchemist and industrialist, archibald Ganse was a man well ahead of his time.
How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?
Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris
A noblewoman of mixed pedigree, patron of the arts and infamous for playing ‘the older woman’.
Before the formation of the Achelandage and its associated merchant and craft guilds there was only the Civic Guild.
An average city of the Midlands
Listen now and hear my words, for they are the words of truth and they are the legacy of our people.
Toltep, the eldest of the Cuada
Many claim him to have been of their own, be they mages or clerics, thieves or warriors. Such was the legacy of Atal, the Wise Councilor.
By Merlin’s Beard!
Do you know of the most precious of my stones? You should be familiar with the Jewels of the Jaw, you have several my dear.
Short for Vector Industries Tactical Security, VI-TAC-SEC, often itself shortened to V-TAC serves as the principle police force and garrison of Vector Industries.
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…
A large vertical cave has a constant, strong wind blowing out of it from the bowels of the earth. If one was to jump into the currents they would have a controlled ascent on the winds till they reached a height where their weight and the winds force reached equilibrium. Impossible to climb down naturally. What is it? Natural winds from the earth or a complex magical protection for an underground lair?