A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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.

Some sovereigns prefer a different sort of tax from their subjects - whether freely given, or taken by force.

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

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?

A horde of devious, ferocious, tenacious, and atrocious creatures, beasts, and monstrosities to populate the northern realms of your fantasy. Get them while they're cold!

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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.

As a way of defining your character better

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...

Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.

Within the chest of a wizardly tool, there beats a Shard heart, deeming the master a fool.

Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?

Has your kid been acting strangely? Returning home late at night, bearing bruises and clothes torn? Something else than puberty may be the reason.

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

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

High above the lands of the living, where frost and howling of the wind reign, the morbid monument to a faith long dead calls the deceased on a last pilgrimage.

A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.