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.

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?

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

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!

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

There are large and small crickets, each was unique.

The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.

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?

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!

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

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

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?

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

Another scary child's toy...

Has your kid been acting strangely? Returning home late at night, bearing bruises and clothes torn? Something else than puberty may be the reason.

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.

As a way of defining your character better

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...

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.

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.