She is The Princess of the Night Faire

It seems to be a giant turtle with a long neck. One expects it to be slow. However, it is one of the most effective predators in the rivers, deltas, and swamps of Vireland.

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This Codex is for classes or types of magic weapons, rather than specific items. These are not 'one of a kind' items. These are enchantments that are 'common' in the magic community (or were common at one time), so you will encounter a number of these weapons.

It looks like an ordinary parchment map, until it speaks to you. It says, 'I know where you need to go to find what you are looking for.' From there, the adventure begins.

'Man, that is an incredible likeness.'
'What's that stuff growing on that statue?'
'The better question, what is that statue doing out here?'

The Khor are a monsterous and violent race that can grow to great size.

The part of the body for the soul of the world has been corruped. Woe be to all.
-Wyyrrenek, GreenMan Father 1620

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The unearthly sound echoed across the faire over the din of the crowd. An apprentice trying to make some extra coin had found a way to utilize his training tool. While this would scandalize his master and his peers, the common folk were mesmerized by the unique sound this instrument performed.

With silent wings may your soul fly to the Spirit Home

There used to be many Gods. They were petty, cruel, and plagued Humanity almost as badly as the Demons of Sogoth. They bore more Gods. They fought with each other. They were unworthy of the divine mantle. Then came Argon.

This mercenary company is listed on the rolls as 'A Dwarven Archery Unit'. This archaic definition has confused many a lesser commander as to the use of the unit, being that Dwarves are notoriously awful archers. Yet to the savvy commander, the unit becomes the perfect tool for siege combat.

Magic is a living entity, simple and non-sentient, but reactive to large-scale emotional states. Its name, like we might call a dog, 'Dog', is Garan. It is better to think of it as a huge astreal vine like plant, rather than an animal.

The Road... traverses Time—Time past, Time to come, Time that could have been, and Time that might yet be. Some people have the ability to access the Road and travel it from Time to Time and world to world.

A very short piece

Shelandra looks the part of a powerful Necromantic Sorceress. She is tall, pale, and coldly beautiful. She has a castle that always seems to have a storm over it. She has pet monsters. She has a small personal army of Skeletons. She scares the peasants and makes the local nobles uneasy. However, if pressed, nobody can actually recall her doing anything really Evil.

Seemingly lit from within, autumn foliage blazes with color in the late-afternoon sun. Yet, is is spring.
Trodways Known by Ericus Huntcrafter pub 1185 p. 245

Simonous has a sardonic wit which often escapes out of his mouth at the wrong times. Given all the touchy nobles and honor bound knights in the Three Districts, this could be a lethal problem given that dueling is legal. This twitchy unassuming young noble would appear no physical threat. Yet in reality he is one of the most dangerous duelist in the Three Districts.

Ephemeralstability wrote:
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. 'Stay very still,' he warns. 'Don't move at all.' 'What is it?' you ask, breathlessly. 'It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak...'