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

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

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.

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...

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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

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.

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?

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?

An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Some elves lose patience teaching the 'young' races, and set out to employ harsher methods. A few doubt the very intent of mother nature, and set out to bring their own vision to life.

A spell for a penny