Flame burns hot, bringing warmth, life, and hope. Anti-Fire burns too, but it devours heat, and saps the will of life. Before the world could be inhabited, all of the coldfire, and anti-fire had to be collected an hidden away safely. The gods did this, placing it in an urn of brass and hiding it away from the world.

Arriving in a small village the adventurering party is drawn into a meeting of the Parish Guild...

A rare and diseased jewel, a canker fallen from the heavens

Barnacles and bilge rats, a pernicious package of perfidious pirates!

Its formula is tightly held, many have sought out the secrets of magic-dispelling steel...

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

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

Curiosity killed the cat...

The Via Mortus is not a faith so much as a collection of superstitions propagated by sorcerers, necromancers and con-men.

Father Pourvoi, Trinitine Priest of Lusankya

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

A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.

Lacking in ornamentation, the Black Spear is a relic more than 8000 years old

A composite calendar devised by magi based on the movement of the stars rather than the movement of the moon or the sun.

Many times the Old World has been mentioned in my works. Submitted for your approval...The Old World.

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

A slightly atypical stinking swamp festering with goblins

The Pretty Princess Scroll

Do as thou Will...

Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.

Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman

Caution: Graphic Content

Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn't going to cut itself!

Bloody-Beard Borsht