From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.

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!

Whether in pencil-and-paper, or on the computer (Baldur's Gate, Icewind Dale), we've been plagued by the gnome stereotype of foolish inventor and chaotic law-infringing businessman. I guess it's time to change that. I've decided to throw a bone: help me make the gnomes a race worth featuring in an RPG.

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 harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.

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

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

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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.

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.

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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

Alive with emotion -
Constantly in motion -
With inner voice, 'hind innocent face -
a cunning mind -
Metal fairies in the depths of space?

A fey kingdom fallen, with winter triumphant. A dream frozen, to be thawed by might and heroic deed.

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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

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