"It was another beautiful sunset in the wastes. In the distance I could see an entire meadows worth of plants sliding to a safer place for the night." Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press
"...I watched in morbid fascination as the Spider and the Rat circled each other. Soon one would be dead. My silver was on the Spider crawling away from this fight. ..." Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press
Rats. Why did it have to be Rats?
"Just when I thought it could not get any hotter, we cleared the crest of a small hollow. There was the most magnificent sight, a huge shadey tree hidden in the depression. It must of been there for decades for I had never seen a Drooping Tree that large before and in my decades of prospecting since," Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press
"Tumbling dang danger" the old old prospector said.
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.
Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless
Of fire, but not elementals. Short-lived, yet intelligent. Bound to this world they are, more than most of its mortal inhabitants.
Any being or creature made of spirit energy that exists on the astreal realm and non material realms.
A list of freshwater creature encounters.
Drawn out from the scrolls in The Unseen Fortress..
Dont mind him, he’s just a rag man
Clochardshire resident, common quote
Gentlemen, BEHOLD! The celestial spider!
To experience liberation in the arms of Goran, one must first await the coming of the Uroghi..
The Caretakers of the Vast City - Stoneholt, a race of great skill, persistence, and antiquity…
The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.
The rules against nighttime travel in the Sorcery Springs Geyser Basin are there for some very good reasons, not least the highly dangerous Geyser Ghosts.
Once she was Archmage Stewart’s beloved wife Emma, an acomplished which in her own right, now she is but a husk of what she once was, and yet the Archmage loves her too much to put her shell to rest.
Not every prophecy needs to be meaningful to effect a game. In the Lord Dunsany play, The Golden Doom, a child's scrawl has an entire kingdom struggling to puzzle out what sinister prophecy it portends.