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.

Cornelia served the Grand Wizard Elkhorne for many years, tending dutifully to his laboratory and making sure his robes were properly cleaned and mended. That was until Cornelia slipped and fell down the spiraling staircase from the orrey and broke her neck...and died.

A radical terrorist organization bent on world dominance, willing to use blackmail, revolution, anarchy and military action to achieve their goals.

The Obtort Ward is all that remains of what was once an ancient battlefield that was afterwards converted into a mass grave.

Courtly contessas, contributed and collaborated upon by Citadelians!

The Cohaagen Apparatus is an illegal piece of technology used for memory manipulation.

No long names, just a quick list of 30 archetypal Lords of Terrasquestone

A muse in a bottle, greatness distilled into a single gulp.

Madness lingers there, in the broken corners of his mind.

An area known for sweeping mountain vistas, and sleepy alpine hamlets has all but exploded with miners, adventurers, and thieves. Dwarves are showing up in troops, while orcs are churning towards the valley. The reason? Simple...

There's gold in them thar hills!

A traveling dungeon of canvas and props...

The Black Bard of Nihilism

Often the largest of the terrestrial predators, the bear is often overlooked in favor of more flashy and glamourous monsters.

Seven things a beast core can be used for.

Untold years, laying in the deep
Sheltered in the sepulchre earth
Borne by the dead who never speak
Funeral Gold and Grave Silver
Beware the gift
Beware the giver

Inspired some years ago for a Kult/CoC Halloween game

You came here in that? You are brave

30 mystical imps to perch upon your wizard's shoulder and whisper the secrets of magic and the universe.

Small bits of precious metal, and flawless jewels woven into the mane of a noble steed

The land of Airithrin is a horrible place, a land of reeking fumes and geysers of flame, lakes of lava and the strange life forms that emerge when elementals breed with mundane creatures