The Master of Starlight, Player of Games; This Quizzical Fey knows Everyone's Names.
The Crystal Scholar is a feminine Quasi-Soul with a passion for knowledge.
In the Time of Dying Stars, countless children warped by the black rain were slain after birth as monsters and hellspawn. A special one lived, to her dismay.
Some of the gods worshipped in Teleleli and surrounding lands.
Robotic Poet or Paperweight
The brave, the hateful, the good and the nasty-30 officers, for those who like to game in a military style.
Summer riots are a fact of life in the Cities of The Peninsula. So are wild city dogs. Yet, this one seems different.
Forewords to the supplement I'm working on: Teleleli. Or, The City Never Dies; It Just Smells That Way.
The Baron Trotha is responsible for most of the recent trouble in Vallermoore, and yet not even his most trusted minions have ever seen his face, as he wears crimson robes and a skull-like mask of black-painted steel. Why he is attacking the Kingdom is unknown, as he has never bothered to explain his actions. But with the kidnapping of King Montor's daughter, he may have gone too far this time...
The Voice of Time
An optional pantheon of deities for your fantasy setting.
Jade Alksnis was born a princess of the highest rank, and none of the Canbu tribe to which she belonged could have dreamed of the disaster that her birth would bring to her people. Had they known what she would do to them, they would put her to death by freezing when she was just a baby. Her very name is now equaled with the word "traitor".
"Brutal bugger, but he's handy to have around in a fight!"
Blonde is one cool dude.
Story & details of a demon lord trapped in a mortal shell
30 Royal and Regal Queens to rule them all.
Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.
The Eldest of the Oraki, and for long their leader, Lifthrasir-1 has helped his children survive the throes of their birth, and has at last stepped aside, so that his waning years do not bring harm to his people.
The bronze Gladius Tyrvaard carries has been enchanted by the Spirits to be very heavy to any but the wielder. Tryvaard (or any others who use the blade) will find the sword light and easy to wield. Those on the receiving end receive a strike as if made by a much larger and heavier blade. For such purposes (damage, ease of parry, breaching armor), it strikes as if it were a two-handed sword of great size. The blade, being spirit-forged, is also extremely durable, well stronger then normal bronze.