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.

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

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

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...

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

A place more holy than any other

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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

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

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 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?

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

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

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?

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

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.

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...

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!