The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.
Also known as the Ankarran Thistle, Magewort, and a general nuisance.
They were formidable even before they learned how to use weapons.
Nahactl, the Wanderer
The earth holds the fool and holds the wise,
endures that good and bad dwell (upon her);
she keeps company with the boar,
gives herself up to the wild hog.
The Atharva Veda
God forbid that I should go to any Heaven where there are no horses.
- R. B. Cunninghame-Graham
Does that thing ever shut it’s blasted mouth? Why did you give it one to begin with?
Egads! Don’t you humans understand how freaking repulsive you look? I’m getting sick to my stomachs right now… urp…
Nempori Diplomat Ocan
I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer
Beware the Ice Giants of the north, they are a foul tempered bunch.
Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.
How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?
Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris
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
Often the largest of the terrestrial predators, the bear is often overlooked in favor of more flashy and glamourous monsters.
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…
Behold, the Eldest.
Sleep with a cloth wrapped around your face or you’ll be a frungy garden in the morning…
Regional insult for someone considered stubborn, or gullible.
Beneath crumbling towers wait
Ishafel’s Horror and Hate
A monster grim and bleak
Go to it if death you seek
A brief summary of the Pessimal Beast as revealed by the Pessimal Manuscript and other anecdotal evidence.
War of the Roses as a campaign plot. Two noble lines converge somehow, each line thinks it has the rightful claim to the throne. Deciding this long ago was handled by some divine intervention, requiring both houses to come together at some point. They aren't so willing to get together this time. Civil war, or a new king?