The abominable spawn of Ll'hhrau, the Thing Behind The Sky, the Minotauri descend from above, hideous and awful perversions of natural life.

Splendid Reverse Worker seems to be manifested ill luck. In its presence everything seems to go wrong- mirrors and glasses shatter, animals fall ill and are injured, tempers flare and depression looms, metal rusts, and a general environment of pure Murphy's Law occurs.

Trapped forever in the grip of the Sea of Jade, paralyzed by the Great Curse, the Fleet of Nazran has become a hellish prison of eternal torment, and the tomb of adventurers from across the Earth.

Fiery-Feathered Phembu, the First Among Pheasants, went to Moeqhu-Qaz, the Leader of the Seven Sand Dragons!

The armies of the Treaty States go to the fronts of the Great War armed with the sturdy, trusty and effective Dirziet Model-6, a magazine-fed bolt-action rifle.

Malignant entities, these beings have existed in unlife for so long that they have forgotten what it means to be mortal.

Hideous creatures, they stand motionless and filled with intense sorrow at their existence.

The great warrior Golden Pinions Youhei once carried this sword. It is said that on the day his wife, Elex, died, he leapt into the sea and sank to the bottom, taking this sword with him.

The Understar is the ruler of a people who no longer exist, a sorceress schooled in magic that yearns to be forgotten, and a master of the 9 Monsters.

A firebow, though no longer the staple weapon that it was during the era of it's modernity, is still a powerful and versatile missile weapon in it's own right.

Built to house riches that never came, the ironically-named Treasure House now lies in tumbling ruin.

Hiding deep within catacombs of the ancients, in low, deep alcoves where they lie, spider-like, awaiting the taste of fresh blood, there are the hideous Torlakia, dark beings who once lived and are now, fearfully, undead.

This is it. The one that started them all. The very first flaming weapon.

This blade is one of the fabled Fatal Swords of antiquity, the metal of the blade folded one-million times.

Getting sick of people who's destiny it is to save the world? Well, that's sure as hell not anything Randolphina's like destiny!

The Lavas are animalistic warrior-demons who converge in packs like lice on the inconceivable walls of Hell, filled with inconceivable fury and berzerk bloodthirst.

Gods for the Roman-themed nation of Imperial Arcturus.

The Poison Eaters Tribe dwells deep in the jungle glades of the Ushaika, in the lowest reaches of the undergrowth where no sunlight pierces through the leaves, and where the marshy ground wells up with tea-colored water at the lightest step.

The gargantuan engine of destruction that has slept for centuries. But it has tired of travelling the paths of sleep and dreams...

These ghastly beings are corrupted to do the bidding of Hosok, The Hand That Sees