Translated roughly as 'Rope weight,' this weapon has evolved from a tool used by fisherman for anchoring to trees or hauling their boat through the shallows.

A book of unique and interesting recipes for health.

Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.

'Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison'.

In the interplay between nations, espionage has always been a tool of statecraft. Those realms with magic have opened to them many more tools for application to spycraft.

Everyone who's young, beautiful and wealthy in the kingdom, owns a few pieces of master-work by this almost legendary craftsman. If you're a young woman that wants to dazzle everyone at the banquet, you'd better not be seen without your Rustof jewelry.

Once opened, a Door of Entrance can only be shut by closing it
- Dum the Obvious, Things I've Read About

The blade of the adamant blossom...

Sound the call of alarm and light the fires in the trenches, the time for war is upon you!

A rod... that can control other rods? Sounds great... if it works. And if you can find it.

Tales are leaking from below the Iron Hills, that an unnamed winged terror can be seen on the sky on the darkest of nights. What creature it is, nobody knows, but some of the disappearances in the harsh place are said to be its work. If the moon is hidden, nightly travellers are warned to stay from roads and open places.

The first power cores

The most guarded secret of the Ancients, was the secret of flight.

Ruan was the first of Tarak’s troops to disappear. When it was time for him to take a turn at watch, his bedroll was empty, and tracks led away from the campsite.

The Connoisseurs of the land would remember Vigo Telaggio's masterpiece, but not in the way he'd intended...

A magic rope that can can bind two objects together, regardless of any intervening obstacles.

only peasants and commoners call them wizard's robes, those of the art know their true name.

It sparked with life bathing the room in a serine blue glow almost like I was drifting below the waves of Hâ??roon Bay.

The Heretic Corvius bore a silken banner into battle, a blood-red standard embroidered with the ominous figure of a serpent.

..The inn was filled with the sounds of leather creaking and seams bursting, as muscles swelled and grew dramatically. Then came shouts of fury and rage as the mob began charging outside, into what would be a very bloody night.