The mind of a wizard is more open to the more esoteric elements of his surroundings - this is why he is able to perceive the weave of the Great Tapestry that is the multiverse, and pull at the strings. This increased sensitivity can manifest in several ways.

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

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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

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.

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...

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.

From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

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.

A place more holy than any other

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.

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 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!

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.

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

Another scary child's toy...

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

A spell for a penny

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

Known in folk-lore as the Blighted Storm-Serpents, the reclusive Kumbra are far more than any might guess.