In every great film, the seed of a corny adventure can be found…
Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…
Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they’re doing there is a mystery to all…
A half-breed son of the Volgotoi, Vorodon seeks to find his place in a world that rejects his kind.
Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.
You never know when you’ll need an IRON SPIKE!
This naÃƒÂ¯ve young man was fostered among the warlike Knights of the Most Holy Order of Saint Senren. Cloistered most of his life, he knows little of the world.
The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.
A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land’s druids.
None could deny that the Torner the Fearless’ heartbroken widow did mourning well.
Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?
The Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess…
When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there’s nothing like getting good and liquored up first…
Inspired by a secret muse, a humble man sketches heroes and battles for the folk of the Market Quarter.
Legends say that the first of these bows of gleaming steel were crafted by the smiths of the dwarves, who gave them to the first of the land’s great kings.
The crests of Compall Fowle are reputed to have potent healing powers, but little else is known of the vicious birds.
Kranno the Goblin didn’t know what to do with his mastery of the art of skulking until he met the frustrated poet Vonyich Festelgabber.
Few cities could stand long before the invincible "Firedrake", the Hegemon’s mightiest vessel of war.
Driven by a lifetime of anger, Modest Slatterbite and his “Staff of Truth” have come to condemn the “wicked”.
As the drums echo through the badlands, the warriors of the Orcish tribes feel the power of the tribal spirits call to them…
Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. “Purifiers”, “Pond Jellies”, “Breath-Stealers”, “Lung-Ticklers” and “River Butterflies” are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in “pure” water “life” tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their “sting” is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore.
Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer’s Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death’s door.
It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.