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

Since the New Look At Dwarves was such a success, I decided that I would try an overhaul of another fantasy standard which I find boring, the Orcs. I'm using the Orcs only as a very loose base.

Gods for the Roman-themed nation of Imperial Arcturus.

Of old, this city was the home of a coven of the Sarkukai, foul devotees of Sarku, Lord of Worms, the God of Rising From The Grave. Though they were driven out, the city remains tainted by the memory of that ghastly cult.

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.

The children of the Sea of Pandemonium, the Viles of Salt are always thirsty, and they draw water from living beings with even a single brush from their crusty white flesh, dessicating those who are touched.

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

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

Deep in the mountains, beyond where the trails end, one can find collossal stairways and long, cliffside roads, massive arched bridges and huge vaulted tunnels, spanning thousands of miles. These roads, though seemingly deserted, are closely watched by their creators, the reclusive and strange Iothun ('yoh-thoon').

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

Across the Thousand Thousand Worlds, there are many gods. We, the Knowers of All Worlds, shall now endeavor to list all of the gods of a few select worlds.

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

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.

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

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...

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.

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.

'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.

'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...

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!