A greater examination of the Magician’s best friend, his familiar.
Consisting of the most fundamental concepts of the universe, the Six are the deities upon which all other things rest. Their very existence and interaction defines the world.
Sports and other competitions are common in every society. They allow healthy competition and release for competitive nature. What sports do you have in your world?
In the land of Epoa, Cloud Hoppers are some of the craziest people you’ll meet. Cloud Hopping is their job.
Thaumatechnology - in a world where straight magic has an unnerving tendency to get the user killed, either by magical catastrophe or by being lynched by an upset mob, this is a much safer form of magical use… Even if it does occasionally explode.
Mathematically twisting the fabric of space, the Yau-Calabi Fold Engine allows for FTL travel without violation of causality.
Black Christmas started on Dec 24, sunset in London, UK. It is the when the Grinches first attacked… and The Elfs came to Humanity’s rescue.
A methodology for the magic behind the magic weapon.
A collection of my substandard subs as they were before being redone…
Not all magic is pretty, or fair. Some is cold and exploitive. This is that kind of magic.
Power Sigils, Glyphs, Puissant Symbols - The Art of Sigil Magic is everywhere in Locastus, City of Mirrors
The precepts of the Triguian faith, passed down from generation to generation. What not to do.
"So you want to be a wizard, eh? Well, then, this week we have a special on the Rite of Greater Induction that IÃ‚Â´m sure you will be MOST interested in. Step right into my office and let me tell you more….."
The scent of magic
Vampires have strange powers indeed.
A Brief History of my custom campaign setting, Erilensi. Details the creation of the world, birth of the Gods, and the birth of the Races. Will be worked on further.
The world is populated by people. Hundreds, thousands, millions of people. Of those people, there tend to be the noble families that rise up and rule the ‘common’ person. However, of those noble families, there is a breed that rises up and above even the other nobles. These are the Hereditas, those who have the Blood of Divinity.
It is that most magical night, it is time for the Night Faire
Priests of the god of agriculture.
To the winds with memorizing spells and counting mana points.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.