Often mistaken for the mystical Black Lotus, the Black Oleander is a common blooming plant found in temperate swamps.

Beringia, the sinking kingdom.

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

An article concerning the nature and role of druids in an RPG enviroment.

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.

Places to go in the Cosmic Era solar system

The whales of the deep are not to be trifled with, those who hunt them are as mad as those who think to slay dragons.

Also known as the Murderer of Mothers, the Matricidor, and the Hell Childe

Azaughos was a beautiful city once, a jewel nestled in the mountains. It was a city that was built on an idea, and built with wealth, and great royal pride.

Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins

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

Jhobham, Adventurer-Upon-Return

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.

The team is the functional core of a story, and as such, team building is vital to the flow of the story.

A Revised and improved collection of scallywags, scoundrels, and nautical ne'er do wells.

Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.

Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill

The Knights of Imbria are most commonly seen in artwork bearing their famous, or infamous heart shaped escutcheons

also known as a great rat, wererat, or goblin rat

A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.

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

From a low hillock in a vast plain, the entrance to the Noil Ruins is as unobtrusive as it is a gateway to wonder...