A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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...

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?

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

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.

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

Honor beyond death, duty beyond the grave. An eternity of damnation for an eternity of servitude.

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.

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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?

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.