Or Bearshrews if you prefer. The debate rages on among naturalists. Both names are used interchangeably for these creatures.

Once a year, and each year in a different place, the wandering bazaar and social gala that is the Thieves Convention is held. Invitations Only!

Food of the gods.

A short tale about a shovel, a spade, and two trowels

They consumed Great G'bod. They partook of the Giant Slug's flesh.

Spare me your Epics!

A higly misunderstood flora.

Hot off the Press! These are not your eldritch manuals or ancient folios of doom. These are random books, a GM can use whenever a PC reaches for a shelf, which usually happens when said GM is least expecting it. These can be found in most libraries, many private homes, and anywhere else one could expect to find a book. More than a few have some built-in plot hooklings as well, while others, like many books of our age, are plain drivel.

The City of Bells, home of Bornegault's Tongue.

The Whales Graveyard.

Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)

...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!

Not quite Science Fiction...

Space-Faring, Hard-Rocking, Metal-Grinding, Star-Tripping, Deathdealing, Dwarves.

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

Therianthropes? Lycanthropes? Animorphs? Homo-Zoological-Hybrid-Sapiens? Manimals? Take your pick.

NC-17

The Horrors and Wonders of a distant, sun-drenched land. Everything you need to run a desert campaign!

After Buddha died, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave—a tremendous, gruesome shadow. God is dead; but given the way of man, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

-Frederick Nietzsche

Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.