An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars

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.

The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins

Also known as the Staff of the Bodyguard

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

The Book of Hammerskjold

A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes

The darkens as travelers draw near, the wind begins to pick up, to howl. Here, the sun does not shine, the stars and moon are forever hidden by the Stormshroud, the eternal storm...

The air is chilled and causes goosebumps, while not a sound stirs across the glass smooth surface of the water. The Inn rises three stories above the bank of the river, a single lantern lit on the quay.

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

Synonymous with poverty...

Behold, the Harbinger of ill-tidings, the blizzard rider, the thief of winter, the Stamagast.

7 Methods of fighting robots in the Cosmic Era. These techniques and equipment also work against power armor troopers, cyborgs, and other high armor/small size targets.

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

Vice-Admiral Koszcu

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!

30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.

the interior space of an arco is modular

inspired by Cheka Man's 30 Boots submission

The Castledom has many other names, but most of them don't matter. The region is long inhabited, densely populated, and absolutely packed with fortresses, keeps, towers, and castles. The great sports of Castledom are intrigue, war, and building new castles.

Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens

Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind's history of expansion.