The soldiers charged screaming into battle, their faces twisted into masks of hatred as they struck out with blows stronger then humans would normally be capable of. Each wore on his shield arm a Star of Rage, a starfish-like creature, ruddy red with the blood that it was draining from his body.

As Sir Uthman lay dying, after a long and not allways well-behaved life, his wife placed onto his finger a Ring of Heaven, to ensure that if his soul was indeed dammed, the demons could not take it and instead it would enjoy the blessings of it's own personal heaven for eternity.

The children of some of the murdered City Guards formed the 'White Knights', their stated aim being to help the City Guards crack down on crime.

Here are the thirty Rangers of the Bushland National Park-the good the bad, the clean and the dirty.

When dealing with ghosts and the Undead in general, the right Spirit Lantern might make all the difference between a successful encounter and ending injured or even worse, dead or possessed. Here are a few of the most useful...

As you come near the Songpit, the sounds of sweet angelic bardic singing as if from heaven mix with the sounds of screams of agony. Your guard grins and turns to you. 'You'll either entertain us with your voice or with your pain, but either way we are going to have some fun with you.'

I had me a dream once. Just after I *acquired* this here knife. Only the knife was a bit shinier and I was in an alley somewhere. I dunno, maybe it was Brie or Holsten, someplace like that. Anyways, I'm walking down this alley when I comes across some dumb bloke trying to shortcut his way to market. Like *my* alley is a god-d**ned thoroughfare for just anyone!

The Pool of (add the name of the God or Goddess of your choice) is well known as one of the greatest holy places of the world. It is said to be full of piles of gold and jewels, a place where wishes are granted, wounds are healed, prophets have dreams that come true, and suspected criminals are fairly judged. Pilgrims from the other end of the world have been known to travel for more then a year, braving the perils of disease, brigands and bad weather, just to reach it's holy waters.

Queen Amber of Vallermoore was distressed by the number of amputations that were nescessary to deal with the crimewave after she came to power. So she ordered her wizards to come up with something to make amputation reversable, whilst retaining some value as a punishment.And so the Avenger was made.

On the surface, Sir Edmund Verney is a very good man, deeply loved by most citizens of Karnivhal. He is a war hero, knighted on the battlefield,a curer of diseases, and one of those who purged the country of evil mages. However, he himself has a deeply hidden secret life, that he wants very much to keep hidden by any means nesscessary...

Thirty Kings of the Sea.

This is the tale of how Princess Amber liberated Vallermoore from it's mad Queen.

Several arson attacks, and two deaths later, as the Mayor retreated from the ashy figure before him and his curtains went up in flame, he decided that burning the Bishop had been a very bad idea.

On the surface, these white calfskin gloves appear ordinary, until another human or an animal is touched, when they reveal the mysteries of the mind.

From the shadows sneak thirty secret agents, on the trail of top secret infomation.

Crystal Hornets are heard long before they are seen. Their humming is like the beautiful sound of a violin that is being played by a master musician,and to those who have encountered them before, it acts as a warning.

If you sit down for a drink of Timewine, be careful to remember just how many drinks you have consumed, or it might turn around and club you on the head when you least expect it.

For want of a nail a horse was lost
For want of a horse a rider was lost
For want of a rider a message was lost
For want of a message a battle was lost
For want of a battle a kingdom was lost...

Which serves as a warning not to get on the wrong side of the God of Smalll Things.

7 Builders, who build the good, the bad, and the rather ugly.

The Flowing Death is one of the most feared monsters in all of Vallermoore's rivers and ocean, not because of the numbers of people it has killed directly, but because of the semi-starvation it's visits bring, and because it cannot be seen until it attacks it's prey.