"That not normal dark. My eyes can not see in it." - Bloodrock, Orcish Warrior.
The Waresian Armoire dates back to the height of the kingdom of Waresia, a period known for it’s love of baroque and the macabre
A plague in improverished locations, the Rot Beetle is the bane of those who are not careful about where or what they eat.
Food of the gods.
Also known as Virgin’s Rose, the Secret Flower, and the Scarlet Lady
After Buddha died, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave—a tremendous, gruesome shadow. God is dead; but given the way of man, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
"How far? Ye’ll know ye’ve found Malver’s Way when ye sees the Arch."
With a twitch of the leg and the push of a button; Houston’s boots emitted a massive amount of steam and he was sent headlong into the air.
A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.
"...I’ll be damned if I go within a league of the Girders. Death is there on eight damn legs clicking and chugging away." Ex-salvager Tim McClanny
A healing charm with an… annoying side effect
What is the justification for the nobility? Some appeal divine authority. In one world however, being of noble blood really does elevate you above the common rabble. By virtue of magical aptitude.
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.
Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill
A magical place of weapons and armour beyond mortal imagination
Thirteen souls the devil took
And thirteen sons back he sent
Lust, Greed, Gluttony
Perversion, Wrath, Envy
Pride, Vice, Blasphemy
Sloth, Misery, Catastrophe
A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.
Set of steam-lined gloves with in-built warming circuit.
Electro-Clockwork assassins of the Far East.
A magician develops a new way to make scrolls and can sell more powerful spells for cheap. Problem is, whether the magician is aware of it or not, the spell's power comes from spirits trapped by the magic that makes the scroll. Once used to power the scroll, the spirit is driven mad by the forces that have ripped through it's being, and often develops a homicidal thirst to destroy the one who tormented it. The spell the spirit was used for may have left some residual power in the spirit to give it more abilities than it ever used to have.