The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.

A mighty Demon, now trapped and confused, may make for a powerful ally.

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.

Welcome, Lads, to Thunder Reef. A marvel of magical energies existing in harmony with the local fauna. Here, in Thunder Reef, you can find a large variety of oceanic creatures just overflowing with sonic energy. From the lowly Cacophony Crab, to the mighty Thunder-Squid, we will be taking a look at all of them today.

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

"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."

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

"Are you crazy? There ain't no such thing. It's all fairy tales for the stupid and desperate. Even if it were, they all say it's cursed or something. Get back to work."

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.

A ShortBow created by a community of Gnomes who liked to simplify things. It has three strings. Each string has a very different effect.

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

"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.

Ever wonder what secret a Wizard's beard holds? How did it get so long? Has this man really not shaved for that long?

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?

The Cursed form of poor Shump Thokk. He will offer helpful advice to anyone who dons the helmet.

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."

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

"Greetings, Mortal," Said the bubbly, hissing voice in his head... What the hell was that, he thought. "Not hell, the Ocean. Walk into the surf, my child. I will protect you."

'Hell hath no fury like MY RIGHT FOOT!' Shardath yelled as he stomped upon the holy ground.

Drink deep from the Moon-Cup, let its powers quench your thirst, or even save your marriage.