A brutal type of footwear.

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

It is unwise to speak the name of the Great Demon of the Ocean if you are close enough to the sea to smell the salt in the air. It is inviting disaster to speak it's name when you are on the ocean itself.

Do you know of the most precious of my stones? You should be familiar with the Jewels of the Jaw, you have several my dear.

Appearing in the form of a massive bloody spider, the Bone Stitcher is one of the more macabre creations of the infernal...

Pnathic sorcery has existed for ages, crudely used by magi who no idea the true forces they were fumbling with.

You need a job, you need to find someone or something, or you need to lay low or need to sell something, you need a good fixer.

Fluffy headed plant things with an equally fluffy headed personality

Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.

A little snug for me, but you...a perfect fit.

Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth...

Herein are listed 30 Barkeeps, Bartenders, or proprietary owners of the drinking and sleeping establishments so frequented by adventurers and their loyal henchmen.

How empty are their bellies that already so much man and horse flesh cannot fill them?

Excerpt from the Lex Predatoris

An arcanotech weapon system, also known as an implosion bomb, a Schwartzchild, or a Corrosion Warhead

It's a crappy Mk.9 Sunbeam pistol, I'll give you 200 credits for it.

Sgt. Dietzman, retired ordinance officer and gun dealer

These items, potent wards against spirits, were once commonplace. Following the end of the old Empire the methods of their manufacture was lost and none new have been made in the intervening centuries.

My dark past will never let me rest, the only solace I find is bathed in the light of the moon. Tell me, have you ever danced with a devil in the pale moonlight?

A social group of women who meet for purposes of 'knitting' and sharing gossip.

Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger

The Masque of Hunger

Ages past the Woodking fell into a deep and terrible slumber, and from the fever of his dreams and nightmares the wooden dungeon of Limberlost grew.