A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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.

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.

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

As a way of defining your character better

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

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.

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

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

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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

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

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

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.

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?

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.

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.

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