An article concerning the nature and role of druids in an RPG enviroment.

The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.

The Golden Gate Skyprison is a triple-max prison floating above the Republic of California

Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth...

An emerald, the size of three fists, and burning with an inner light. A most worthy prize for any adventuring party.

The Tattered are driven by hatred. All their lives they have done without, and given a chance to close in on those who 'have' they kill with disturbing intensity.

Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.

A tall lanky man with a distracted air, well versed in arcanotechnology, parapsychology, and a collector of molds, spores, and fungus.

Most Dragons live to accumulate wealth and crouch upon heaps of gold, content to slag troublesome heroes into cinders and distaining the company of men to absolute solitude. Vychan is not such a dragon.

Ages past the Woodking fell into a deep and terrible slumber, and from the fever of his dreams and nightmares the wooden dungeon of Limberlost grew.

Places to go in the Cosmic Era solar system

'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.'

The earth is bleached white, and brittle underfoot. Ribs and vertebrae litter the ground like driftwood and in the distance, colossal bones of slain giants rise like hungry fingers clawing at the iron grey sky. The wind rises, howling through the empty eye sockets of hollow skulls. A rain of hail begins, pelting the ground with fingerbones and teeth.

Welcome, ye miserly sinners. Welcome to Hell.

T'would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast...

From sticks and stones to the modern faith. (May be offensive to some readers, read with caution)

The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng

The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.

A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma

Also known as the Oathbreakers Legion, or the Forsaken, this company is often the last stop for criminals, vagabonds and vagrants before the headsman's ax.

...And then the evil necromancer killed everyone and made them into zombies to do really evil things. I mean really evil, kicking puppies, eating kittens and making lewd sexual gestures at unsuspecting shoppers at Wal-Mart. Yeah and he had a severed head for a hat and was eating a sandwich made out of real lady-fingers...