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

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

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

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...

What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord?
What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight?
What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?

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

When the gods were born, so was Spark ... though of little power, he did not lack drive, and so did not those whom he favored...

Alive with emotion -
Constantly in motion -
With inner voice, 'hind innocent face -
a cunning mind -
Metal fairies in the depths of space?

A place more holy than any other

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

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.

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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 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?

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.

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.

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

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

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