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

“Return to me,” she said, and as he died, he said: “I shall return”.
And though the years flew like sparrows from disturbed nest, he did return, year after year…

The hideous and hairy Houtsunomuh is the mythological Stalker of Graveyards and Eater of the Dead, one of the Eight Great Monsters of Enohountsun mythology.

I'm bored of dwarves. So, I'm trying to create my own dwarves. I've decided to call them the Duerga. Here's my basic ideas, and I'll flesh them out later, hopefully with your help.

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.

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

Every 45 years, the bamboo forests which cover the tiny land of Ghanzu bloom, and very soon after come the rats...

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

The heroes storm the Temple of R’gu, the God From The Stars, to steal the Ruby of the Winged Master

'Your eye, your eye!' crowed Imupokith, the Sea-Witch, and Vruthath, clutching his bleeding socket, held out his hand.
Upon the palm was a staring green eye.

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 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...

Stebanos paint is a tool of the poisoner's culture of Tekne, mixed in with make-up, to make a Tekneani noble's pale adornments deadly.

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

Was this to be his last sight, then? These bloody-red gums, these rusty, iron teeth? Where were the Gods to defend him from Bloody Smile?

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.

Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.

'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.....'

Undead are, simply put, among the most horrific things one can think of. Can you imagine anything more frightening than a being which is dead and yet still walks? Can you imagine the horror of being faced by the hollow shell of being, a hollow shell which must feed?

Aher Wolfhound, called Wolfhound The Historian, a man crushed by the weight of the world's cruelty