Lacking in ornamentation, the Black Spear is a relic more than 8000 years old
A young girl, of fifteen, sets out to find the kingdom of her land after raiders burned down her house. Now she has met a wonderful friend who schools her in the ways of the land…
A powerful stimulant,it is invaluble to the warrior struggling to stave off fatigue on the battle field.
After long pondering and some testing, the Asakran army has finally allowed the use of advanced magic on the battlefield. This is the prototype of intense research.
Formed entirely of shadowstuff, Ranunculus passes through matter and living things. While objects are unaffected by its passing, living creatures, when struck, are stunned and descend instantly into madness, effectively removing them from any battle. Upon spoken command, Ranunculus will instantly return to its owner’s hand.
Unkh-quasti, the great Green Dragon has been defeated by an unknown hero. The hero died in that battle, but his sword remained…
She is a spitfire of the Court. She is smart, sassy, and well versed. She fights for female (and other beings) rights at the court. She works hard to promote “smart” planning in the court. She may advance the cause of rationality and women’s rights, but she will set fashion back a few decades.
These extremely potent gloves are otherwise, and more commonly known as the “Telekinetic Gauntlets”.
Are you a weakling mage that cant lift a sword to save yourself? Well then, look no further.
Isssss It Wrong To Dissscriminate Usssss?- Eragor Erunk
You do what you ask your men to do- Teachings of Lord Ressalekh Faalithet
The darkens as travelers draw near, the wind begins to pick up, to howl. Here, the sun does not shine, the stars and moon are forever hidden by the Stormshroud, the eternal storm…
This small centrally located country town appears to be another sleepy hamlet deep in the farm country. The buildings are idyllic. The farmers appear to be more properous than most. Everything appears perfect. There is a secret here that even people in the know would not suspect.
Jaelric the Black, Shatterer of the Countryside isn’t feeling up to par. And he needs a little bit of help.
The sword of the Half-Elven Warrior-Priest Ryhiron. It was forged by the very God whom Ryhiron serves, as a reward for his extended faith and loyal service.
It is especially effective against those who would defile all that is good and relates to its user through his very mood and thoughts.
Some say it speaks to the wielder, whispering a soft song of serenity and peace.
A brilliant and driven man, he has emerged as a major merchant from the sands of Aviansis (the hard lands of the Aviontix). He has other goals beyond mere successful merchantry. He does not want to take over the country, he wants the world… for the good of everyone.
He is the one that whispers dreams of power and conquest in the ears of those in positions of power (or positions to take said power). He not only motivates them, he gives them ideas and plans (which they think are their own) to conquer the city/ country/ world. He manipulates the weaker minds around him, so they will follow his designated puppet. Using their own greed and lusts, his puppets will destroy the world as it is now… turning it into one where Gathrack and his kin would thrive.
And who would suspect a pet cat as the instigator of a world in chaos.
Lorning is a dashing and suave minor functionary. He has no title or lands. He works with the Seneschal, procuring ducks and minor supplies. He occasionally travels to other lands just to get spices and such. In fact, he often travels with nobles visiting other courts to assist some more major domo in making appropriate arrangements. He likes travelling because he can be more extravagent on the coin of the Kingdom. Except for that he is very charismatic, he would be a total background character.
He is also the Dark Hand of the King. As an agent of great skill and cunning, he inflicts policy (death) on those the King deems, steals what the King needs, and has literally saved the world four times.
From the time of his birth he was trained by his father to lead men. He is an excellent horseman, swordman, and archer. He knows the history of his own lands, and that of the kingdom of Gwynlaith. A pity he has learned little else in the ways of the world, trechery, or women.
He is a beast and a paladin; a monster and a hero. He is a companion to heroes; a walker of the roads. He is not what you expect when you think of as a Hero or Heroic Companion, but he has saved a number of worlds.
He is also one of the largest dogs you will ever meet.
There are places in this world, which hold a weak barrier to the Spirit realm and the real world. One such place is The Spirit Glade.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?