The Necronautilus is a huge undead whale used to transport undead and their masters secretly.

This is a wretched tome of oceanic blasphemy; a foul water-stained, bone-white binder of bitter dead-men's secrets and a guide to Nautical Necromancy useful in the hands of the young sea-faring necromancer or the Great Lich Umeen herself.

"That not normal dark. My eyes can not see in it." - Bloodrock, Orcish Warrior.

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

The follow string of Mirror-folk evolutions, Mihradhz, Mihrral, and Mihradamagus, are collectively known as The Mirr. They are all curious and slightly annoying, each in their own way. They advance through their lives by pestering the rare mortals who visit their plane.

“Oh look, a glass wall between us and the treasure.”

"Wear this ring, My Student, and you will never perform another act of perversion and thus remain pure."

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn't fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn't know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done...

The Master walked over to the strange symmetrical mechanism. He flipped it over... The sands of the hourglass began to flow and it whirred to life. "One hour," said The Master, "Practice."

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

Who would want to make food you can’t eat? What purpose does this insane oven exist for?

Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.

"All I could do was stare as my strange opponent hefted his key-like lance. He told me my armor would only hinder me in this fight. I didn’t believe him at the time, but he was right."

As soon as he had set his eyes upon The Sword of all Swords he knew it must be the perfect blade for him. And he would stop at nothing to possess it!

It was Young Jim's first battle. He was known for being a tireless worker in the field and a very patriotic young man. But he didn't understand this strange armor they put him in... And he didn't know it would be the Last Armor he ever wore.

And… The Young Thug pulled out a… Dead Rat? Didn’t see that coming.

A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?

Soft, squeezable, and potentially deadly. Mallow is to be cuddled and feared!

These are the Gods of Food and Eating! Beware their culinary prowess and tremble before the might of their cookery! These are... More Placeholder Gods!