18.) The Returning Veterans: These warriors are on their way back from a grim, hard fought war. Fatigue and weariness, despair and anguish are written on their features. Their honor drives them to complete one last mission, but they sense that they may never survive it.

Wulfhere, 30 Stalwart Bands

In the royal year 451, also known as the year of Red Leaves, something strange occured. A star fell blazing from the heavens, in to the Midlands. Imperial Wizardry could be sent to examine the object. However things changed in the area. Royal Viziers were unable to postulate a cause for the matter, but the fact that none of the countyfolk were alive led to the whisper of one, chilling word. Zombie.

The forge of heroes and the graveyard of tyrants and empires.

A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.

Many know the image of the Night-Mare, a sable horse wreathed in a nimbus of hellfire sent from the underworld every night to deliver dreams of terror and fear to the living. While this is not entirely incorrect, the truth is more complicated...

The Queens of Praxingdrell have a storied history and a secret spellbook containing their collection of eye magics

A standard book of evil.

Strange creatures, half dreamed half imagined, figments of delerium, wisps of insanity.

Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.

The great cone of steam, fire and ice.

A synthetic liquid base common in the Cosmic Era

"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"

Saint Duncan is dead, and lies in his tomb, but every year thousands will visit it to lay their hands on the cold stone, and whisper a prayer to the patron saint of exorcism.

The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.

What do you mean, the little wriggly ones you throw at fish or the big rock ones that squish people?

Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak

Vernissage, apprentice bard.

A cursed and terrible relic

A dialog concerning the origins of the Trinitine Faith,

The skull of the dragon of dark illusions

Just what it says on the tin