In the insanely complicated politics of the Underworld, the Ghostlords are the highest beings below the Death Gods. But First and Night-Crowned Wolf, Ghostlord of Blood and Fury, seeks to make himself the one and only Ghostlord, and grind the Underworld beneath his iron heel.

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

In all of Centasi history, from the mythical prehistory of the Old Kingdom to the countless wars and petty conflicts of the modern age of the Hundred, there is no figure so feared, so influential, so historical, as the Howler.

Locked away for his crimes by the gods themselves, he is the greatest spellcaster of all time.

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.

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...

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

“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…

Legendary hero, founder of the Bukdek Empire, fearless warrior and warlord, amoral barbarian, and vicious bandit.

When a mysterious man hires them to slay Baza, the Yellow Priest, will the heroes find more than they bargained for?

Gods for the Roman-themed nation of Imperial Arcturus.

The principal axiom of the Curalon Hestaris, and the basis of all its teachings, is this:

"Inhale. Kill. Exhale."

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

'Yes, these boots are very fine,' said Smoke's Empty Lens, 'But I do not care for them, nor for you.'
Firefly River wept a single tear and went away...

'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 Seyeverasin are supernaturally excellent musicians- no other can play a cello as well as them, and when the moon wanes, one may hear their haunting phantom strains echoing about night-time mountain cliffs, by dark pools, and in places where mortals no longer go or have never gone.

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.

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

The Sark-Hound is a basic form of Sark which is created for a very specific purpose, to wit, the hunting and killing of the necromancer's enemies (in Centas, the place of the banal zombie is taken by these creatures).

Created as a weapon by the ancient sorceror-primotologists of the Iron Triangle Nation, the Cutsman still stalks the underhalls of the city of Mehxaiyul, a spectre of blood and blades.