Nooo!!! Don’t… touch that….
"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 Mad Pope is a wandering mercenary. He is very well deranged as he considers himself to be the pontiff of the dominant faith. His robes are tattered, his mitre has seen better days and there are surely lice in his long ratty beard. What sets him apart from most addle-pated would be holy men is that he has armor under his robes and carries a large crossbow and several one-handed swords. While many would discout him as just another lunatic, for some reason, he inspires others around him and has demonstrated the ability to lay on hands and heal the wounded.