The street is wide, and smoothly paved, with trees planted along the sides. The houses are mansions and palaces, each surrounded by stone and ironwork walls that are as much decorative as they are protective. These are the summer homes of the Princesses, and ladies of privelage.

The great cone of steam, fire and ice.

Once a powerful demon, the Banished one rose in mutiny against its master. For its audacity, the Banished One was smitten and left imprisoned in the treasure hoard of a forgotten dungeon, lost.

The hyperborean realm of the Eternal Flame

Created ages ago, the Tower of Malice is a repository of evil, cursed artifacts, and the souls of the wicked

A gun made by the God of the Dwarves

Neither here nor there, the City of Shadows borders on the twilight of existance...

In these halls men come to worship their one true god...

Gold

A methodology for the magic behind the magic weapon.

The Circle of Pharisrak has existed for centuries, it's assassins are considered to be untouchable. Not one has every been seen, let alone sent to justice.

'Come in, come in. I knew you were coming.

How did I know? Your brother told me.

Yes, yes I know your brother died in the war several years ago, he has told me all about it.'

With but a name, these places fill common folk with apprehension and dread

A Thrall is a terrible and wretched creature, made of equal parts corruption, power, and cowardice

Science has many answers, and with the advent of hypertechnology and arcanotechnology it seemed that there were no questions left to be conquered. But the manifestation of parapsychic abilities, wastelands, and the 'Storm' left many questions and no answers.

The Skull of Golodh is the gold encrusted skull of the Dwarf Lord Golodh and it is cursed

A list of 30 more wines, none of which are vinted by humans, elves, or dwarves.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

The Book of Hammerskjold

What is it that hangs from such a fine belt? Tis a sword of Righteous Slaying, and a Mace of Disintegration. A pouch of Perfect Invisibility Dust, and a wand of Endless fireballs?

Good sir, This must be the Belt of Munchkin-kind

You can't tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on 'em and then it's pretty obvious.

PVT. Quinn, memoirs

A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.