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

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

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.

A place more holy than any other

From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

A harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.

A horde of devious, ferocious, tenacious, and atrocious creatures, beasts, and monstrosities to populate the northern realms of your fantasy. Get them while they're cold!

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

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

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.

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.

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

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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

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.

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