A piece of crystallized magic.
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.
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes.
The grapes literally eat their victims from the inside out, via cell death, melting and destroying the organs in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, of the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.