Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

As a way of defining your character better

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

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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 tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.

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?

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?

Another scary child's toy...