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

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.

As a way of defining your character better

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

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

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?

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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?

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.

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…