The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins
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
Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.
Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman
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Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms, greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind
Pismir the Miser
The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
The Book of Hammerskjold
The definition of a Henchman: a man who really knows his away around a hench.
Yet another list of 30, this time fiendish foes, vile villians, and and dastardly do-badders.
The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.
An outcaste goblin with a sadistic streak and a secret talent
The body is a temporary host for a transcendental creature, though most of these creatures fail to transcend before the death of the host. I shall not fail.
The Unification War was a travesty, an act of naked fascism against frontier worlds so diverse and destitute that their submission was not worth the cost in lives, material, and hostility garnered. We, gentlemen, have created generations of enemies.
L. C. Vallandigham
The Patron Saint of Beverages, Hang-Overs, Regrets
Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree
Common Falk Saying, the Midlands
Mercenaries and bounty hunters? We don’t need the help of scum like that.
30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard’s shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.
The Black Bard of Nihilism
Known as the Witch-Queen of Togaille, the White Lady, and the Liche Elfbane.
Cowardly maggots! Bow your thrice cursed heads and thank the goddess that you still draw unworthy breath!
Age is a terrible weight
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.