One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.

The whales of the deep are not to be trifled with, those who hunt them are as mad as those who think to slay dragons.

30 more limitations to the practise of magic, aka Why Everyone Cant be a Magic User

Vampiric panties? What a base a vulgar term, they are discretionary undergarments. Please, they are Braies of the Tides.

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!

Mapmaker's bane, a few of these can ruin a decade of cartography!

Teens and Vampires, How to tell if your Son or Daughter has Fallen for One of the Undead

A Temple of the Sun Pamphlet

Being a Decepticon is a deep and personal decision, one not taken lightly.

You came here in that? You are brave

Mind the nettles son, it's wet out.

The Zombie Strain, as the infection was most commonly known, was actually identified as PrP-1174, a prion.

It's just a shoddy old hand bag, pay it no mind.

Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.

Flame fowl, brightest red chickens you will ever see, nice feathers for fletching arrows, but I'd pass on the omlet.

The villagers are having a fit, they've found something in the woods!

Crazy old woman, selling pieces of bone and fake charms. The fact that the villagers even tolerate the old eye-roller hag demonstrates a lack of piety to the Faith.

Abbot Bilwhite

'Zutul? You mean someone took time to give it a name?'

Maj. Rielle Law

T'was a great roar, milord, and the ground was rent and the horses took their bits in their teeth and there was much confusion. No magic could reach so far, and none of our magehounds scented wizards. We do not know the deviltry of the enemy, and for this we lost the battle.

General Tubogga

No chain is heavier than the one forged by the passage of years.

'For days, we've heard nothing but cricketsong, from the coming of dust to an hour past dawn. Nothing he happened, but I'm sure something will.'

last journal entry, Traggion the Explorer