Where many a woman's heart is filled with longing for love, or the comfort of the hearth and home, this arrogantly beautiful woman is consumed with but one thing. Ambition. Born without a heart, but with the grace and genteel manners of the aristocracy, she is the iron fist in a lace glove.

What is it that hangs from such a fine belt? Tis a sword of Righteous Slaying, and a Mace of Disintegration. A pouch of Perfect Invisibility Dust, and a wand of Endless fireballs?

Good sir, This must be the Belt of Munchkin-kind

Also known as the mantle of riddles, the necklace of koans, or the Band of Enigmas.

Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.'

? Herman Melville, Moby Dick

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

Behold, for I am the form of Destruction

Inscription on the Virednith

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.

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

Worse than those of the Shattered Orb are those who have fallen from the Bright Path and Axtrami's grace. Yet among them are some who have recieved the extreme blessing of Axtrami, to become glass themselves...

'Listen!'
'Listen to the Wind! Listen to Crackling Fire! Listen to the Groan of the Mountain! Listen to my Voice! Listen and you will See through the Smoke! See the Old Ways of our Forefathers! See the Glory of our Clan! See the Might of our Race!'
—Horn-Of-Plenty, Shaman of the Thorondrim Minotaurs, leading his people in the Khuugrad

The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.

30 fairies

By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen's will shall be subject to punishment.

So much gone, so much I can't remember. but I have my spells, and that is all I need to deal with you.

Last words of Thuulgar the Wicked

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

The worst sort of scoundrels and hoodlums. Let down your guard for a even a second and they are on you like Klavadogs.

Merchant Karsh

A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma

Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?

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

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