A parcel of pretty princesses

The Pretty Princess Scroll

What a strange world we live in...

Troile, Royal Astronomer and Numerologist

How is it built? One brick at a time lad. One brick at a time.

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.

Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.

Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman

Caution: Graphic Content

Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass

A healing charm with an... annoying side effect

drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game

Most Dragons live to accumulate wealth and crouch upon heaps of gold, content to slag troublesome heroes into cinders and distaining the company of men to absolute solitude. Vychan is not such a dragon.

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

According to Ars Geotia the standard formations of power consist of ley lines, confluences and founts. this system has been long accepted, and is quite incorrect...

Somewhat system specific, but bear with me.

In these halls men come to worship their one true god...

Gold

She left me, I couldn't deal with it. I sat there with the barrel of the gun in my mouth for a long time before I pulled the trigger.

(Graphic Warning: Not for delicate eyes)

This acting troupe travels across Calcobrina, delivering their own interpretation of popular plays, almost always to a standing room only crowd.

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

The Seven Lords of the Peninsulari each wore a magical signet ring identifying them as a sovereign lord.

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.

Rotten piles of choss, that's all that was left of the wizard's tower, that's it.

Jhobham, Adventurer-Upon-Return