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

gemstones that are created by the action of dungeons within the DungeonVerse setting

The omens read a difficult birth Daughter. Seek the sisters of Lutgardis and they will ease your pain and bring a new life into this world and with a touch of luck keep one in it.

Sister Gwevenese Rabaste

A shuddering heap of corpses and rotting soil, Logeko the Vile is a demon of of death and decomposition

What's in a Vote?

Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.

A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.

Lady Carse of Tekne

1-Autonomous Armour

The PCs come face to face with the Big Bad in a fine stately home when he or she casts a spell and the suits of armour lining the walls draw their swords and slowly clank to the attack.

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.

I'll tell you something, there was a demon in Widow Suvar's Wine cellar. How do I know, 'cuz I seen it that's how I know.

Curiosity killed the cat...

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Confucious

How much life can the stroke of a brush place to a canvas? Perhaps art does imitate life, the Artist knows. The Artist is usually looking for new models.

Often colloquially named Terras'stone, it is the greatest city in the DungeonVerse

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. 

The Sea that touches all shores.

Where many a woman's heart is filled with longing for love, or the comfort of the hearth and home, this arrogantly beautiful woman is consumed with but one thing. Ambition. Born without a heart, but with the grace and genteel manners of the aristocracy, she is the iron fist in a lace glove.

The skull of the dragon of dark illusions

A traveling dungeon of canvas and props...

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