The earth is bleached white, and brittle underfoot. Ribs and vertebrae litter the ground like driftwood and in the distance, colossal bones of slain giants rise like hungry fingers clawing at the iron grey sky. The wind rises, howling through the empty eye sockets of hollow skulls. A rain of hail begins, pelting the ground with fingerbones and teeth.

Welcome, ye miserly sinners. Welcome to Hell.

Yet another list of 30, this time fiendish foes, vile villians, and and dastardly do-badders.

 The jewel of the imperial shoal, this aquatic city is the emperor's seat of power.

Quote from: “Sir Isaac Newton” Every action has an equal and opposite reaction

The Axe has long been the symbol of Ozea, and the weapon of choice from the common footsoldier to the one time King.

“You know that saying that man made god? No, of course you don’t. But we didn’t make god. We made the Devil, and god is just a word the frightened cling to, to protect them from their own creation. And you? You are my creation. You are my devil.

A simple, almost clear potion with a misty swirl within it. Pungeant smelling and extremely poisonous to drink. Its purpose isn’t to drink, however, but to call upon aid.

The landscape is a product of nature’s own processes and humanoid activities troughout centuries or millenia.
How can we capture this in our stories, and deliver vivid and semi authentic descriptions?