Careful where you put your cloak in Pembroke's place, you never know what you might get back...

Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem...one way or another.

Creator of the Black Book, the primogen tome of necromancy, few names are as feared or reviled as that of Mastere.

Behold, the Harbinger of ill-tidings, the blizzard rider, the thief of winter, the Stamagast.

A haint is a pursuing ghost, or a ghost that follows or chases the living, and comes from Southern vernacular. In the fantasy setting, a Haint is a semi-corporeal entity that exists, but is neither alive nor dead, and not undead or constructed. They are an enigma.

The Waresian Armoire dates back to the height of the kingdom of Waresia, a period known for it's love of baroque and the macabre

Nestled among the smaller and less noticed store fronts, hidden among the sundry vendors, and purveyors of beads, cheap jewelry, and meat-on-a-stick products in a small building that smells strongly of hot linen, cotton, soap...and goblin.

The Gjallarman are a violent primitive tribe that serves chaos, and are appropriate foes to be fought and slain without moral compunction

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

By Merlin's Beard!

Frungy-headed Fool

Regional insult for someone considered stubborn, or gullible.

By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen's will shall be subject to punishment.

An energy dense supermaterial

In Terrasquestone there are few things more exciting, scandalous, and subversive than Lord Firethorn's Tea

The air is chilled and causes goosebumps, while not a sound stirs across the glass smooth surface of the water. The Inn rises three stories above the bank of the river, a single lantern lit on the quay.

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

Brutal are the Seitch raids that come up out of the vast waste of the Calcobrinan desert. They come clad in dusky browns, bearing black iron weapons, raiding for food, water, gold, and women.

A sample of helmets

A collection of space habitats, space stations, space colonies, and anything else artificial that serves as a home to humans in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

The endless dark of the depths, the strength of the tsunami, the drowning embrace of the cold, these are the