They march, march forever. Eerie chanting fill the air. Death Cometh.
Gredil the Leech was the best healer in Szridhar, but no-one went to him with minor ailments. All of his cures were disgusting, and usually involved some type of bizarre creature. Take for example the Spirit Leech.
Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704
Humanity is as varied as the stars themselves.
The final creation of Albert Uhrzeit, commonly named the Lord Chronomancer in popular literature, the Void Golem is the ultimate expression of his mastery over the stuff of time and space itself.
The Master walked over to the strange symmetrical mechanism. He flipped it over… The sands of the hourglass began to flow and it whirred to life. "One hour," said The Master, "Practice."
A powerful golem of Tar and Sand, ideal for pulverizing one’s foes.
There are different sorts of demons in the world. Some are indistiguishable from normal people. Some are a little different, but pass initial scrutiny. And some are much more monstrous.
Every Court needs its servants…
"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."
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.
A reptilian race of space-travelers whose addiction to a drug they need for survival leads them to a less than stellar reputation.
Gate Hounds, also known as Temple Dogs to the South, are a breed apart from most hounds. These gifts from The Others
The Others are a magical, elder race, that occasionally interact with Humanity.
Small, ugly, bad tempered and of limited use, yet perhaps the most common of bound demons.
Their wyrm tainted blood and slaver ways mark them as not Human. These are the Evil of the Old World. They are Dylori.
A strange sight of the wastes, long green streamers pinned to the sky floating on the wind.
The Wastes are never silent. There is always a baleful music on the wind.
There is a land far to the east that is a great, desolate, near-empty wasteland home only to barbarians, ghosts and monsters. Many nations launche expeditions to this land, seeking to find the rumored-at treasures and riches beyond it's outer fringe.