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.
These creatures are foul things that prey on the weakness of loss. Their home society, and indeed, their home, in completely unknown, as all that have been found have been killed to out standards.
"Such well behaved children… never a word out of them and they do just as they’re told. They seem so pale though, I wonder if they’re sick…"
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.
"Some creatures are simply hard to talk with. Take the Krys for example…"
There is more than meets the eye to these nightmarish insects…
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all."
"What is it?" you ask, breathlessly.
"It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak..."