30 more limitations to the practise of magic, aka Why Everyone Cant be a Magic User

That looks interesting, I make a search check for loot.

Wait... what comes at me?

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

The Book of Hammerskjold

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!

Bright is Netflix's new fantasy buddy cop drama staring Will Smith

Crazy old woman, selling pieces of bone and fake charms. The fact that the villagers even tolerate the old eye-roller hag demonstrates a lack of piety to the Faith.

Abbot Bilwhite

A methodology for the magic behind the magic weapon.

The Karkos represent an attempt to create a bad guy race with almost no redeeming features, a true villainous species without resorting to established tropes or handwaving.

Organic elements, flowing lines, and an absence of sharp angles and corners all are elements of the Elvenesque style of architecture.

The skull of the dragon of dark illusions

Science has many answers, and with the advent of hypertechnology and arcanotechnology it seemed that there were no questions left to be conquered. But the manifestation of parapsychic abilities, wastelands, and the 'Storm' left many questions and no answers.

There are sewers beneath the cobbled stone streets, carrying the filth of society away, rather than letting it pile up into steaming heaps of refuse. Something has moved into the sewers and is now coming to the surface to feed.

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. 

None left upon the Mountain, my brothers in arms.

Motto of the Society of the White Azalea

A greater examination of the Magician's best friend, his familiar.

Flame burns hot, bringing warmth, life, and hope. Anti-Fire burns too, but it devours heat, and saps the will of life. Before the world could be inhabited, all of the coldfire, and anti-fire had to be collected an hidden away safely. The gods did this, placing it in an urn of brass and hiding it away from the world.

Yeah yeah, I know the Duke. Of course I do. P. Donkey Donque travels in some high circles, jester.

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

Jhobham, Adventurer-Upon-Return

Mercenaries and bounty hunters? We don't need the help of scum like that.

Vice-Admiral Koszcu

A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes