"And 3..2..1..Smile!" *flash* *thump* "Mwahaha."

'I will give man his threescore and ten, and then give him more. Death himself will fall before me.'

The Magic of Tyren goes deeper than what one might expect...

Ether, magical energy condensed into liquid form, is the fuel powering the magidustrial revolution on Ryngard.

The fey are strange, but occasionally, just occasionally, their actions make sense.

30 books to be found within a steampunk setting. Manuals, tomes, and blueprints galore!

All that was, all that is, all that will be, all Creation is formed of the Five Elements.

Yar...I do indeed know of Crossbones Isle, stranger. But ye'd be better suited to avoid that place like a widowed wench.

"The wind-driven snow parts for the barest of seconds, revealing a glimpse of refuge from the deadly storm. It's a massive sapphire pyramid. Yet you know of nothing like it in this area..."

Beware thy deeds my child, for they may come back to haunt you...

A random description pulls the players into the dangerous, scheming web of politics...

A subterranean prison complex, meant to incarcerate those who need to be removed from society.

The Kren glowed with mystic power, and with a small flash of light, the physical form of the card disappeared, the energy within rushing outwards...

Home to the fabled Shining Towers, a gleaming beacon of light for miles around.

A Tree of Light hidden in the Darkness, vast and unknowable.

...And 'lo, the days of Bennu drew to a close, and he built himself a pyre from which to be reborn in cleansing fire. But trickery snared his form, blackening radiant feathers to twilight...

A short tale, for when your bard needs a tale of adventure, romance, and tragedy.

Sometimes, the simplest things are the ones that get you in trouble...

A realm of unending darkness, pitch blackness, where even light refuses to shine.

The sky is drab and gray, almost completely covered in rainclouds. What gaps there are open up to show yet more gray. Much like mortal demesnes, the weather is unpredictable, but every so often the clouds unleash their burden of water on the residents of this boring land.

Welcome to the Hell of Half-Nothings. Your stay will be boring, we guarantee it.