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

Synonymous with poverty...

Also known as the Ankarran Thistle, Magewort, and a general nuisance.

Where many a woman's heart is filled with longing for love, or the comfort of the hearth and home, this arrogantly beautiful woman is consumed with but one thing. Ambition. Born without a heart, but with the grace and genteel manners of the aristocracy, she is the iron fist in a lace glove.

So much gone, so much I can't remember. but I have my spells, and that is all I need to deal with you.

Last words of Thuulgar the Wicked

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

When you live at the bottom, the only thing you have is to look up. If you're lucky you can see the lights of the great towers and the stars. If you're like most people, you just look at concrete. But the stars and lights are still up there.

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

The Book of Hammerskjold

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.

A synthetic liquid base common in the Cosmic Era

30 fantastic monsters to find living in a river. No humanoids, no shapeshifters.

The focus of discontent between Vandergraff and Powlgraff, the Cathedral was built of ambition and rose marble.

I bring the sword, nothing more...

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

You need a job, you need to find someone or something, or you need to lay low or need to sell something, you need a good fixer.

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

The original piece of hardware for controlling a mech

Keep your orphaned assassins, prophetic dragoons, and world cracking magi.

GROND!...GROND!...GROND!...
Thousands of orcs chant in unison as their champion and chieftan raises the black iron morningstar, they chant for the hammer of the underworld, the unbeatable weapon of orcdom.

It is quoted in the Canon of St. Mancel that once in his life, that every devout soul should make pilgrimage to the holy city of Sangreal.