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

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

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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.

From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

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

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.

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...

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

As a way of defining your character better

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

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

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?

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

The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.

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.

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

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

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.