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?

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

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

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.

Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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...

A spell for a penny

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

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.

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.

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...

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.

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