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?

From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

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

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

Another scary child's toy...

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!

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.

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

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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...

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.

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

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

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”