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

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.

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?

To all space explorers, rogue traders and Federation colonisation and expeditionary force officers!

Thirty new alien species have been discovered. You are well-advised to inform yourselves, as to engage these entities correctly, without risk of harm to yourself or to the interests of Terra.

Ten of the described species are human in origin, yet modified to such a degree that they no longer need to be considered human.

Another ten are civilisation-building aliens competing with Terra for available space.

The final ten entries are remarkable life forms that display sapience, without using it to create civilisations. Caution is advised.

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

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.

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

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?

Another scary child's toy...

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.

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 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...

An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.

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.

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

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.

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

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