"Tired of lugging about heavy quivers full of arrows?"
A beacon of brilliant white stone surrounded by black, clutching death..
"Yes, there are some unusual patterns to these - her patients, but we have nothing to prove anything other than statistical anomalies."
The Shambler is not a subtle foe. It bursts onto the scene like an elephant-sized lion to trample and smash it’s foes…
A powerful golem of Tar and Sand, ideal for pulverizing one’s foes.
There are scummy dives, and then there is The Rotten Bastard.
Sometimes the simple solutions are best..
Gartheia - the flower-pot Island
What if one were to abandon the classical 4-6 element universe and instead view things in a more ‘modern’ light?
The father of the Hanaset society, who to this day watches his people through reptilian eyes…
Death be not proud.
Beware these shrub-sized gaurdians of the forest.
The kingdom of Shyvora is known for its inclusion of non-humans. One of their best fighting Dukes is a tree…
A fantastic fortune in the remains of a drowned realm.
A hazardous climb for a wonderous cure
A tough climb for a source of wonderous healing…
Representing a primal force of nature which wants to strangle and slay all humanity, to bury their works beneath the roots of trees and their bodies as fertilizer.
Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun…
An elemental substance of tremendous purity and power.
The Ky’iish are greatly advanced in the arts of magic and created many strange and powerful materials and items. Some of their weapons were the most formidible artifacts found on Neyathis, dwarfing both physically and magically virtually all the works of man.
The journey had been a long one and now they had entered the mountains. After an entire day spent on paths cut into the mountainside and through moss covered coniferous woods, they encounter a desperate young mountain tribal. He is searching for his beloved wife and his elder brother, both of whom he got separated from after an unsuccessful attempt to kill a cave bear. The last thing he saw was the cave bear in full pursuit of his wife. He could not help her as he had been knocked to the ground by the raging beast, and was struggling to regain full consciousness. The tribal will be clearly nervous and urges them to look for his wife during their travels. He will stay in his village a couple of miles to the north and pleads for assistance should they recover his wife, whether she be dead or alive.
On the next day of travel, they will journey upon a dim track in the forest and while they are preparing to ascend another path cut into the mountainside, they hear moans of lust from somewhere nearby. Upon closer inspection they will spy a young tribal woman in the heat of the act with an elder tribal male. They are consummating their forbidden love on the cold mountain moss, and beside them lay the skinned and slaughtered carcass of a huge bear.