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

The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.

Many claim him to have been of their own, be they mages or clerics, thieves or warriors. Such was the legacy of Atal, the Wise Councilor.

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer

Mind the nettles son, it's wet out.

The City of 10,000 dogs is famous for the variety of dogs bred there, and now someone has started stealing those dogs

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

Incarceration in the Cosmic Era, adjustable for futuristic and dystopian settings

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.

The street is wide, and smoothly paved, with trees planted along the sides. The houses are mansions and palaces, each surrounded by stone and ironwork walls that are as much decorative as they are protective. These are the summer homes of the Princesses, and ladies of privelage.

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

Bloody-Beard Borsht

have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth shall lie between thy eyes. Thou shalt cast thy enemies between thy hooves, but thou shalt carry my friends upon they back. Thy saddle shall be the seat of prayers to me. And thou fly without any wings, and conquer without any sword.
The Koran

Curiosity killed the cat...

Egads! Don't you humans understand how freaking repulsive you look? I'm getting sick to my stomachs right now... urp...

Nempori Diplomat Ocan

An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.

Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree

Common Falk Saying, the Midlands

Go forth to war my son, and be absolved of your transgressions.

St. Acre the Just, Confessor General

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

30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.

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