Give me your greenskins, your mobz, and your grunts
There were rumours spreading around the newspaper office about a "Press Gang" that would protect reporters. But only the owner and editor knew the true purpose of the Gang.
The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.
"Men? They send men to repel us? Humans…"
Sing a song of sixpence
Pocketful of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie
The twin goddesses of the Medusan race, Gethserath and Amarane.
Come one, come all to the greatest show in the world!
Suffering from an ancient curse, the Medusan race is slowly dying.
Fearsome horsemen from the plains, they raid, trade, and run.
Most know the love that goblins have for mushrooms. Few know the lengths they will go to obtain their delicacy.
Some of the more bizarre cults which could conceivably be found in a post apocalyptic setting
The Pegorans are an ancient culture of people that have left their unique marks upon the world.
Pardon them, they are barbarians, and think that the customs of their tribe and river are the laws of nature.
Lord Bertrand of Shawstrope
These Trolls travel land and sea in an eternal search for their next war. The Host of Battle—for they have no other name for themselves—is part mercenary army, part ethnicity.
A hybrid of man and animal, bred to serve and now free to live.
An odd little cult dedicated to the care and feeding of their ‘god’, the Cabal of Omnomnom is slowly depleting the region of…
Mercenary companies are usually little more than bands of low-level thugs. This one is a much more sophisticated organisation, with its own history, regulations and culture.
In wonder the adventurers stood awe struck by the beauty and splendour of the surrounding foliage. The great open plain before them transformed from a flat green world into mesmerising colours and movement. The Vissealist stood unmoving, his hands outspread and resting gently on an intricate structure of vines that threaded their way over the wall and into the earth of the plain, spreading outwards from the ramparts of the kings palace.
A powerful, maritime people, brought down by the foulest Necromancy.
A vast, intricate complex of kilns and forges where the low-grade ore from the Thunderhead mines are turned into steel of unsurpassed quality. What are the secrets of the Acibus Foundry?
MoonInk: This alchemical product has 101 uses. The Ink/Paint dries to be totally clear and almost unnoticable. Under moonlight, it comes forth as a silver ink. It was originally used by the Elventi to enhance certain pieces of art. It is used by espionage types to produce secret messages, nobles for hiddle plots, and diabolical cultists to write their spell books (usually in books of holy texts, to throw off people reading it).