Bugs touched by the god of nature
Ever wonder what secret a Wizard’s beard holds? How did it get so long? Has this man really not shaved for that long?
The Yang to Lutazum’s Ying, the grand totem of the Maletanalu, the 5th tribe of the Hanaset.
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?
"Such a delirious monstrosity would never be allowed by the Unconquered Sun! It is the spawn of the hell-fiends sent to do their foul work! It and those that brought it into being must be destroyed!" - Lux Sialos, Knight of the Shining Crusade
The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.
A tiny life-form not consciously malignant but nevertheless to be careful of…it could get you into a lot of trouble!
A great supernatural serpant - Wise yet mercurial
Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!
The life and time of lady Shayla was not all to long. She was the second founder of the Holy ground, after a thousand years, when the disserperance of the lengendry Moon rider tribe. She was also the founder of the great and powerful staff of destiny. Lady shayla preformed a dance of passing in the Holy Ground, that sent on the spirits and dead creatures of the many years that had pasted. But to the time of today Utopia lies in ruins of darkness as it transformes into the abyss….
Moon Hunters or Moon Riders is what they were called. These wonderous and magicial dancers roamed the lands for many, many years preforming dances for kings and roality alike. But not all were dancers, one girl had a simple but different talent. She was the songtress of the group. Her amazing voice filled the hearts of all people. But at her last preformance…..
For the coddling of the weak and mewling shall one day be the Downfall of All Races!
—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.
T’would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast…
“You may cage the animal/ But you can’t take away the rage”
Shinedown - Heroes
Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)
The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.
A beast made of writing; a strange, sad, and beautiful being that haunts the libraries and universities of the Sacred World
Come, face Hak-Hakunin, the accursed and undying spawn of Dancer Kallina. Watch him trek through eternity, a cruel and heartless executioner of infants and innocents. A cold toy of the Gods, a death bringer and prisoner of fate.
Nethernimbus - Also known as Wraithstorm, Necronimbus, The Great Blackness
Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.
A small, enchanted chest, 2 feet on a side. It is of some dark wood with fantastical images graved upon it. Worn leather straps act as hinges and a simple toggle keeps it closed. Anything placed within it, with the lid closed, becomes accessible to anyone with one of the other 5 identical chests. Once it is taken out of any one of the 6, the chest is empty again. Perfect for passing messages or small items between widespread groups, such as ships at sea and their ports of call or generals on the field of battle.