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 Big Picture of the World of Nyathis, for the time being…
A list of freshwater creature encounters.
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"