Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…

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 tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.

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.

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

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

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

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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.

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?

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

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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!

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

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!

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

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?

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.