"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
God forbid that I should go to any Heaven where there are no horses.
- R. B. Cunninghame-Graham
"Summon the Legions! We shall offer battle within Bleak Vale! This time, OUR cause shall triumph!"
In the realms, not all fortifications are walls of wood, stone and iron.
When want and famine stalk the land, a strange tower of ashes appears in the village common, a tower holding the sacrifices of the unworthy. Those who have the courage may reclaim these treasures…
Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!
The Horrors and Wonders of a distant, sun-drenched land. Everything you need to run a desert campaign!
An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars
Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…
These are the worlds and planets encountered by daring space explorers.
So they defeated the horde of impoverished peasants armed with farm implements. Now they want to loot the bodies…
The words which lie herein are a documentary of the Ouzala - the Weapon of the Ouzquin Dremorix - And the enchantments of Axtrami.
A beast made of writing; a strange, sad, and beautiful being that haunts the libraries and universities of the Sacred World
On a sprawling mound of steel and rust and hate sits a clockwork castle, the technological dread that is a machineÃ¢??s delusion.
Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.
A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.
Never buy your potions from the Discount Dealer…
Do as thou Will…
Trapped forever in the grip of the Sea of Jade, paralyzed by the Great Curse, the Fleet of Nazran has become a hellish prison of eternal torment, and the tomb of adventurers from across the Earth.
What a strange world we live in…
Troile, Royal Astronomer and Numerologist
Forsht Bligo is a dwarf who loves the taste of blood. He's become quite the connoisseur over the years. Pigs blood, sheeps blood, cow's blood, if it's red and warm, Forsht considers it a delicacy. The fresher and hotter the better. Forsht will often sneak up on cattle, prick them with his dagger, and catch the flowing blood in his orc-skull drinking cup. His life goal is to taste the blood of every living animal. Although he has not yet sampled humanoid blood, he is not averse to doing so if the right opportunity presents itself. He is not particularly unpleasant if approached and can be easily befriended. Its just that he simply can't get enough of the "Juice of Life", as he calls it. Forsht's troubles come in the form of frightened and angry villagers who have proclaimed the misunderstood dwarf a vampire. Since Forsht is amused by this, he does little to dissuade anyone. This will lead to some dicey situations for Forsht in the near future.