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

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.

Not all hammers are tools of creation. Some are made for destruction, and some rare few truly excel at it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The followers of the mechanogod Whrrrm, those who could never have come about until the advent of steamtech.

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...

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

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

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

"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..."