Gods for the Roman-themed nation of Imperial Arcturus.

In the savage wastes of Daemonland the More, three armies chase each other in a circle for all eternity....

Unleashed from the high white temples of Hosok in massive swarms, the Handvermin are among the lowliest and most disgusting of the children of the Hand That Sees

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

'First, I nibbled on his earlobe. Then, I bit into it, letting the red, red blood roll down his neck. Then, when he screamed and started tearing at me, I ripped the flesh from his hand. Ah, it tasted so good! Yes, yes! Then, I ripped through his jugular, and bit through his spine! Yessss.....'

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

In lakes throughout the East, these lake squid are as plentiful as fish.

The Cynocephali are those wretched beings who are cursed to walk the earth after death for the betrayal of those most dear to them. The gods look upon such traitors with terrible anger, and as such, those who do nothing to remedy their betrayal or offset the sin are doomed to an eternal unlife, bearing the head of a dog.

Invented by a pragmatic clothier and a wizard-for-hire, the Tourniquet Tunic is made for use on the battlefield.

When the Prince of Thalavor is found dead, floating down the river in a Hero's Voyage, the King Espegil sends the heroes upriver into unexplored lands to discover the bane that slew him.

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 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.

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

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

In an ancient cycle of time, an empire of sun worshippers ruled the world from their great holy city.

The Acorn of the Honorable Whiskered Emissary was grown on a magical oak by the famous druid, Kuwusa. It gives one a very interesting bond with rodents...

Ku Pum, the Sorceror of Trum Pku, was struck by a strange need, and in his need he sought out the aid of Stone Bell, a Spirit of caves and underground places...

Within a palace that is also a prison, Muggar the White Despiser wages war against the light, seeking to make all mortals his slaves.

In the burning desert stands a symbol of hope, prosperity, and peace, the place known as Glass Mountain.

The Wordfishes of Hloth, known also as the Sshpah, are strange composite-minds of the Hlothian jungles.