Seldom does one see a Dunshar 'nude', as an amorphous masses of jelly. They can animate mud, earth, stone or metal, and use them as a body to shield their fragile self.

Pride. Strength. Skill.
These are the values of the Monroi, woven into their very being - for them, battle is not just self-preservation, but a need.

The mind of a wizard is more open to the more esoteric elements of his surroundings - this is why he is able to perceive the weave of the Great Tapestry that is the multiverse, and pull at the strings. This increased sensitivity can manifest in several ways.

What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord?
What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight?
What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?

Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.

A place more holy than any other

The high society, the creme dela creme, waste often a great amount of money on luxuries and amusement. In a fantasy world, there is sure more to throw out heaps of money for than fancy clothes, shiny jewels and fast horses, mansions and wars...

The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.

When the gods were born, so was Spark ... though of little power, he did not lack drive, and so did not those whom he favored...

Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

Known in folk-lore as the Blighted Storm-Serpents, the reclusive Kumbra are far more than any might guess.

As a way of defining your character better

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

In seeking to escape serving the Lord of Ravens many a hope flickered and died, for those who oppose him end up serving him after all.

It is the tortured and imperfect souls who most often cannot find a clear path to the afterlife. Weighted down by sins unforgiven, sins for whose forgiveness they never ask, sins they never regretted.
To be added to Remaking Undead when finished

A lot of travelling singers have a flame or incessant longing in their heart.This woman's heart holds something more as well.

For your pleasure and entertainment, here we present, thirty fiendlings seasoned with a whiff of brimstone, teasingly clad in shadow, accompanied by tunes played on pipes of angel-bone; likewise do we tell of the gifts they might bestow upon one in their favor.

So get them before Hell freezes over!

Some elves lose patience teaching the 'young' races, and set out to employ harsher methods. A few doubt the very intent of mother nature, and set out to bring their own vision to life.

Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose