A polyhedral creation, with an uncountable number of mirrored sides, clumsily travels alongside you. It is impossible to fully describe the way it moves and navigates the mirrored corridors, but the closest word you can think of is "rolling."

What do you mean, the little wriggly ones you throw at fish or the big rock ones that squish people?

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!

Mapmaker's bane, a few of these can ruin a decade of cartography!

Flame fowl, brightest red chickens you will ever see, nice feathers for fletching arrows, but I'd pass on the omlet.

Half salad, half meat, I dont know what to make of these things, but without them our expedition would not have made it past the first oasis

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Beware this wizardly cadaver! His spells might not kill you, but you will wish they had…

Therianthropes? Lycanthropes? Animorphs? Homo-Zoological-Hybrid-Sapiens? Manimals? Take your pick.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Christina Rossetti

English poet (1830 - 1894)

The dead, imbued with the divine essence of magic, walk again, ever hungry for the missing spark of a living soul.

"Is it just me, or is this cave moving?"

- Obin the Spelunker’s last words

"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."

Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.

Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

These ghastly beings are corrupted to do the bidding of Hosok, The Hand That Sees

The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy…

What if one were to abandon the classical 4-6 element universe and instead view things in a more ‘modern’ light?

Elementals have been around for a long time. In many games they unveiled their impressive powers, and reflected their mystical origin no one cared about. It is time for a remake.

Death be not proud.

To experience liberation in the arms of Goran, one must first await the coming of the Uroghi..