When a thousand years of dust settled upon the worked stone floor of The Grey Tomb, a new sage was born. A creature, of dust, time, age, wisdom. The dust that was once the bodies of ancient wise men. It coalesced and swirled into being, small and wispy, dry as its home. It mutters words of wisdom for no one to hear. Begging its dark home for a soul to learn from.

Quest

The eyes came closer and with them came a growling sound, and the warrior swung at them with his sword. They flew around it, revealing themselves to be harmless insects. The warrior swore...it was no Cave Bear or Giant Spider but a pair of Eye Flies out looking for insects to eat that were smaller still.

Dwarven Undead with a hunger that won't be satiated by simply your blood, brains, or flesh.

Sometimes walking through a moldering old crypt can be a pleasure. With the smell of bone dust and ancient burial wrappings, almost like a library. Certainly as quiet. Until you step in a patch of Choo Mold.

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

Veglins are fungus-goblin hybrids with a unique life cycle, all of whom are inflicted with inescapable racial dreams.  Their biology and psychology are product's of an ancient, evil wizard's plan to get someone else to build his hideouts for him.

He raised his sword to fight the foul undead thing in front of him, which was when it threw something only just glimpsed in the beam of his torch at him. When he blocked it with his sword, the resulting explosion both shattered his sword and took off his hand. As he turned to flee, screaming in pain, the Dumuzid he was facing stabbed him again and again until he fell dead to the sandy floor of the tomb.

Quest - #2 Winner

"Is it just me, or is this cave moving?"
- Obin the Spelunker’s last words

In the darkness you notice a point of light erupt no bigger than a candle, quickly followed by several dozen more and a soft metallic sound, like a man at the dinner table sharpening his knife against a fork.

The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads

The Nurglur stand taller than a man, though they are stooped and hunched so their faces lie at a height similar to ours. Their bodies are slim with a muscled, wiry strenght and their feet are turned with three bird like talons.

A writhing mass of red tentacles

*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*

Van Torxus first line of defense against intruders into his realm.

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

Extracts from Alkur’s book of insects.
The best thing that can happen when confronted by a Rhaphi (Rafy) is that it will ignore you and continue on its way…It seems to have no purpose in life but to transport its undercarriage of parasites, which are numerous and not exactly friendly or hygienic, from one place to the next.

Dusk Cheese is a naturally occuring lubricant and potent alchemical ingredient.

Named for a type of tick found in the wastelands of Acheron, it is extremely tiny, barely the size of an ant or ladybug and, due to its bright blue coloring and segmented, mite-like body, it is often taken to be a strange insect. It is not, however, a harmless bug.

“You may cage the animal/ But you can’t take away the rage”
Shinedown - Heroes