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.
New and different types of infernal fiends. Give all the demons, devils and other evil creatures you can imagine.
The Snarf is one of the funnier and seemingly harmless and defenseless beasts, but underestimate it at your peril.
The life and time of lady Shayla was not all to long. She was the second founder of the Holy ground, after a thousand years, when the disserperance of the lengendry Moon rider tribe. She was also the founder of the great and powerful staff of destiny. Lady shayla preformed a dance of passing in the Holy Ground, that sent on the spirits and dead creatures of the many years that had pasted. But to the time of today Utopia lies in ruins of darkness as it transformes into the abyss….
The VirginsBane Beetle has ruined the life of many an innocent girl. Many a forced wedlock or an honour killing has been caused by it’s sting.
In fear, the families fled from the paths into the darkest lands of their despair. When the darkness changed to gray, they returned to the world with new hope.
An extremely exotic tree that is unlike any other. It is used world wide in the finest palaces and establisments…
A smaller cousin of the typical fox, closer to trees.
The most disgusting fungus in the world.
Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…
Moon Hunters or Moon Riders is what they were called. These wonderous and magicial dancers roamed the lands for many, many years preforming dances for kings and roality alike. But not all were dancers, one girl had a simple but different talent. She was the songtress of the group. Her amazing voice filled the hearts of all people. But at her last preformance…..
For the coddling of the weak and mewling shall one day be the Downfall of All Races!
—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.
How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?
Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris
Swift and deadly as any Dunleoustous, the Anura remain a proud and free people, though outsiders have time and time again, imposed great cruelties on this race.
A dark shadow falls over the still waters of the swamp, and for a brief instant every sound made by a living creature ceases.
Unbeknown to them, the party of Brave People wading in the shallows in hot pursuit of a small band of defeated human soldiers, have themselves unwittingly become the prey.
‘‘By the strength in my sinews, I swear upon the spirits of my ancestors that this Curd will not forget the mate and children he has lost, nor find rest until his jaws have crushed the life out of the scum that dare to call themselves the Brave People!’’
Listen now and hear my words, for they are the words of truth and they are the legacy of our people.
Toltep, the eldest of the Cuada
The wizard Wodan the Red craves power and will perform almost any atrocity to reach his goals. Here are some of the many minions bred for such a dark purpose…
Storm clouds! The folk of the caravan were overjoyed! They had been moving through the hostile desert for weeks, and this was the first they had seen of any sign of precipitation. The people actually cheered when the first drops of rain hit the desert sand. But soon the cheering turned to cries of confusion as the sand beneath their feet began to move…
For many years, the Periccus vine had been considered little more than a pest; and a dangerous one at that. However, modern advances in herbalism and alchemy have proven that this weed does have some use, after all.
One of the camels in the caravan trips over a dark rock protruding from the sandy dunes. The poor animal has broken its leg and cannot continue. A cacaphony ensues as the animal suffers and the caravan train overseers complain passionately as they redistribute the animal's load across the caravan. (Let's just hope none of the PC's was riding this camel, shall we?)
As the camel is put out of its misery and the camel is skewered over a campfire - waste nothing! - someone takes a minute to inspect the root cause of all the trouble. To their surprise, the upturned rock is worked stone. Some frantic digging may excavate the bottom half of a gorgeously worked1 obelisk, and maybe even the small square forum below; but a more rigorous exploration of the surrounding dunes reveals a buried tomb doorway on each side of the forum.