Within this ancient tome are 30 companion spirits for wizards and their ilk.

Deep in the Ankorillian jungles grows the Corpse Flower. A dreaded plant that can entangle and poison you silently.
Hours later your companions notice your absence,
turn and search for you.
As they backtrack they unknowingly pass your last resting place.
A rather smelly, orange plant.

From that silent place fear flows in unseen waves, like white fog. The shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. Through it's frowning walls and dark window openings there's a lantern of the spirit which none see by but those who bear it.

Come hither peasant!

It is extremely cold and snow cover the plains as the heroes notice the dead frozen people hanging from the branches of scattered trees along the road. Ahead they see the local Lords soldiers hanging them up, mercilessly throwing buckets of water on their naked unprotected bodies until they freeze.

Here is a list of those not-so-attractive treasures that the PC's might find on their quests.

A Vampire hunter.

"I hear that he walks the North these days, strides amongst the Silver Firs of those harsh lands. His followers struggling behind in the frost mist. New ones joining the lines everyday the, drawn to him by some mysterious force."

This is where the citadellians share and collect our tales of playtesting each others submissions.

Cursed swords that bring bad fortune to whoever wields them. Or are they?

Plagues and other great diseases are important parts of history and some settings. They defy man and may even defy God in their swift and terrible punishment upon the body of society.

The landscape is a product of nature's own processes and humanoid activities troughout centuries or millenia.
How can we capture this in our stories, and deliver vivid and semi authentic descriptions?

What is required of a weapon before it can be considered magic? This article uses a few "old school" guidelines to hopefully provide us with a fresh look on the question.

Bells tolled continually, announcing new deaths.

An article that debates the matters of childhood in fantasy RPG's in relation to the Player Characters.

Farmers believe that once a crop has been harvested the corn spirits are homeless, and will leave the field to search for a new home. The Scarecrow will remain in the fields during winter, providing a refuge for the corn spirit until the new harvest is planted in spring.

An article for GM's and players alike upon the matter of the family and friends of the players.

A collection of plants that could present a challenge for the PCs.

These are not ordinary gems, these are Thrar Stones. They are rocks that have been caught in the trunks of growing trees. Over thousands of years they are forged from stone to gem.

30 villages ready at the disposal of the Gamemaster.