"O Victorious Maul, send down your fury!
O Hammer of Justice, bring Dalraaen’s law!
O Weapon of Righteousness, cast out the unlawful!"
- Magistrate Archivinus Kelstori, Ode to the Gavel

With the patronage of Dalraaen, this heavenly mace is the focus of the Magisterium’s strongest order.  Its darker roots, however, are hidden even to its wielders, and its very existance threatens the world.

“The great hulk of the scaled beast lay wheezing before me, and I am not ashamed to say that I was frightened: though it was injured, I knew the dragon could easily tear me in twain.  The young monk, however, knelt beside the creature’s head, whispering to it in a strange growling tongue.  I questioned the woman, but she ignored me completely, engrossed in examining the scaly monster.  After much badgering, she said merely, ‘I do not mean to be rude, but you are quite a distraction.  Please, leave me to my work.’” -Jeron’s Great Journeys, Book III, Chapter 4

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn’t fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn’t know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

“Woe, brethren!  What hath these gods wrought?  For a thousand suns we have had peace, and now in an instant the light is being extinguished.  How can any survive in these Wars of the Sects?”
- Arbiter Ariston Nikomachus

The Continent and its faiths have thrived with little fuss for a millenium.  And now, with a few holy words, all of heaven, earth, and hell seem to be at war…

Soft, squeezable, and potentially deadly. Mallow is to be cuddled and feared!

30 Orcish Ornamentations of Outlandish Awesomeness and Some Ordinarily Uninteresting Objects Overcome with Ogreish Opulence!

"Their so-called god, it is claimed, loves, and thus love is their virtue.  Foolishness!  Love is only fear of loss, and fear is among the keenest of weapons in our arsenal.  Let us turn their virtue onto itself, and draw more souls into the Devouring Maw."
- The Paragon, address to his Overlords, in the second year of the Sectarian Wars

"Hell hath no fury like MY RIGHT FOOT!" Shardath yelled as he stomped upon the holy ground.