The Waresian Armoire dates back to the height of the kingdom of Waresia, a period known for it's love of baroque and the macabre

The Food Riots is a generic plot for use in the Cosmic Era

Most folk would call an argillomatus a clay golem. They would be wrong.

Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem...one way or another.

'The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.'

Princess Leia, Star Wars - 1977

Created ages ago, the Tower of Malice is a repository of evil, cursed artifacts, and the souls of the wicked

Seemingly cast out of vast sheets of crystal, glass and ice, the Sorcerer's Palace is a breath taking wonder of the city. Few doubt the benevolence of Emet the White who makes his abode within the palace that is as much a work of art as it is a home.

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

When you live at the bottom, the only thing you have is to look up. If you're lucky you can see the lights of the great towers and the stars. If you're like most people, you just look at concrete. But the stars and lights are still up there.

Hearthstones are actually the main part of a fireplace, but in this context, it is a magical item that is made into the focal point of a house for the DungeonVerse

A type of ring crafted during a particularly brutal time period

Cornelia served the Grand Wizard Elkhorne for many years, tending dutifully to his laboratory and making sure his robes were properly cleaned and mended. That was until Cornelia slipped and fell down the spiraling staircase from the orrey and broke her neck...and died.

The Stalker Mausoleum is the hulk of a Stalker assault mech, converted into a mausoleum by a wasterlander warlord known as the Devastator 

‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’

Marv, the Brigand

A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes

Dossier for the goblin hero/champion/adventurer Shauglau

'For days, we've heard nothing but cricketsong, from the coming of dust to an hour past dawn. Nothing he happened, but I'm sure something will.'

last journal entry, Traggion the Explorer

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.

Just what it says on the tin

Tales grow in the telling and heroes grow in stature, even the tiniest can stand tall among their own.