A semi mobile fortress placed in the mouths of rivers, bays, and other bodies of water up to several miles off shore

From the Observation Log of the Gnomish Inventor, Scholar, and Sub-Mariner Lezarde Kurye...

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

Love is a powerful emotion, perhaps the strongest. Love conquers all, don't they say; it's blind too. Love potions, love spells, and the magic of amore could be more common than all the magic swords, rings, and wands of magic missle put together...

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.

Enacted roughly 4 years ago, the Dungeon Preservation act sought to map out and better understand the dungeon ecosystem, and to protect it.

Department of Dungeon Preservation

An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars

Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens

All the advantages of a hive mind, without all the horrible world and society destroying disadvantages of a hive mind, a sort of compromise if you will.

Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak

Vernissage, apprentice bard.

Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell

It is unwise to speak the name of the Great Demon of the Ocean if you are close enough to the sea to smell the salt in the air. It is inviting disaster to speak it's name when you are on the ocean itself.

An Elven made memory stone

brought to you from the ledgers of Lord Firethorn

For too long, the realm of magic has been controlled by the jealous hands of just a few. That time is no more, and though they may resist, the great blossoming of magic cannot be stopped.

Maester Ardund

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. 

only peasants and commoners call them wizard's robes, those of the art know their true name.

"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"

A very brief set of guidelines for writing material in or for the Cosmic Era setting

The township of Ormiros, nestled on a river and in a valley of the same name, is home to an Adventurer-upon-return guildhouse, and more importantly, an academy. Trouble comes when a charming rake defiles the school, defies the guild, and seems poised to take the entire valley as his own.