From this day forth, let this Kingdom be free from the tyranny of the gods and their chosen!

King Mapother IV quoting Provost Layton Frost

30 job types/classes for PCs in the Cosmic Era

Stone peckers, foul-tempered beasts, better suited for cooking and mattresses than being allowed to breed

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

For twenty seven years I lived a strange and unimaginable life, and one morning I woke up divorced from life. I was awake.

I wish I could go back to sleep

Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass

Alternate forms of matter

The teeth and fingerbones of holy men and more

That there is a big gun, partner...
Sure is. Feeling lucky?
Uh...no

In the royal year 451, also known as the year of Red Leaves, something strange occured. A star fell blazing from the heavens, in to the Midlands. Imperial Wizardry could be sent to examine the object. However things changed in the area. Royal Viziers were unable to postulate a cause for the matter, but the fact that none of the countyfolk were alive led to the whisper of one, chilling word. Zombie.

We made a mistake, we assumed they were normal goblins, short and cranky as they were. We thought the horns were some sort of decoration or one of their fetishes. The horns were attached and they were much more than mundane grots. They were hell grots. 

Why rum all gone?

I'm beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don't let this go on...

Memoirs of the Nameless soldier

The Queens of Praxingdrell have a storied history and a secret spellbook containing their collection of eye magics

The Ring of Gowns was the personal possession of High Queen Jhorvindrah Phoenixheart, Venerated Alicorn Rider

A cursed and terrible relic

The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.

The legacy of K'ton can be seen in the spinning gear, in the spring, in the sliding weight, and in the wonderous ships that glide through the air.

What a strange world we live in...

Troile, Royal Astronomer and Numerologist

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Confucious

Milord I do present a uniquely industrious city located on the periphery of the Sea of Grass and the bawn of the Ganhojol Forest.