Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.
The result of a disastrous summoning accident involving a fire elemental, a pig farm, and a farmer’s daughter, bacon elementals can only be described as delicious.
"Have mercy? Dear, foolish, man, the Mistress’s mercy is the only gift I have to give."
The mark of Kronath’s ultimate favor, the Cloak of Dusk is held by her Hunter, her chosen avatar to hunt the living dead, and return them to her embrace.
Behold, the Harbinger of ill-tidings, the blizzard rider, the thief of winter, the Stamagast.
Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.
Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.
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from every chimney and fireplace nigh
with a mischievous smile
and the occasional vile
a congenial ember surpises you: "Hi!"