A spirit of judgement and punishment
I'm different. I have a different constitution, I have a different brain, I have a different heart... Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.
Meles, the eyes in midnight bands
the plagues would see him dead
yet Meles, his brood unchained
they ate the plagues instead
A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?
Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.
Few things define a ship more than her guardian spirit.
When a mission becomes something more.
Gredil the Leech was the best healer in Szridhar, but no-one went to him with minor ailments. All of his cures were disgusting, and usually involved some type of bizarre creature. Take for example the Spirit Leech.
Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.
Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.
Behold, the Mountain of the Snow Bunnies!
Not quite a race of its own, not quite the mortals they are so close to.
Too many are the spirits of the Spirit World, these are only a few better known types.
A world of spirits, that exists alongside to ours.
“The Welcoming Ones” are the first contact many people will have with the spirit world. Actually, for many they are the first creatures they meet after death.
What can be more maddening than the eternal sobbing of a child whom no one can comfort?
A small valley that leads nowhere… why is it so important to the locals?
There are some men who treat their wives the way they would chattel,that is,with utter control and domination,regarding their spouses not as independent beings entitled to their free will,but as mere objects of theirs,subject to the will of their lords. Such is the nature of those doomed to become the Possessive Ones,upon their death.
Some cities have more spirit than others.
The young priest had been healing in the market place for free. Someone seeking bounty gold had told someone at the temple. "Hut. Hut. Hut" The Temple Knights in formation came marching down from the temple.
The young priest stood up. He reached into his pouch. With a smile he put the top into the Bey. With a spin, the 1000 prayers to the spirits came forth. The spirit responded. The wind whirled and buffetted the troops. They fell into each other and were having trouble getting due to the wind that only they felt.
The priest picked up his top and ran away. They would not catch him today.
Another real world thing. White tea. Can only be picked two days a year, the two days before the flowers blossom. Could be a similiar plant that...is the deadliest poison known, cure known diseases or psychosis, or a potent herb that just tastes awesome.