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.

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.

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!

A place more holy than any other

Another scary child's toy...

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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.

A fey kingdom fallen, with winter triumphant. A dream frozen, to be thawed by might and heroic deed.

A spell for a penny

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

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.

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...

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.

As a way of defining your character better

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...

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

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