Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

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.

The greatest of chieftains, uniter of the hordes, harbringer of chaos, many names he held, yet what is the truth behind one of the greatet Orc leaders of all time?

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 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!

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

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

From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

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

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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...

A blade of darkest night turned to a different use, to teach and educate the knight?

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

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.

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.

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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

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

A man of the city in the wild, a man of coin stands at nature's side? Can this go well, can it bear fruit? Will he be worthy, will duty take root?

A place more holy than any other