This discreet and stylishly concealable weapon is quite capable of cleaning up its own mess.

While we're talking about the subject of constructing religions, I'd like to bring up the concept of the Creed. The creed is nothing more than a simple statement of the religion's beliefs, meant to be recited. If you cannot write a creed for your monotheistic religion, it probably needs work on internal consistency. Creed examples:

A druid obsessed with Nature's cycle of death has created a horrendous spore in a plot to rid the lands of a swiftly growing town that has begun to encroach upon his forest.

Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.

A dark dagger of song, forged for vengance. It shall have that vengance.

Forged and folded by the ancient and holy methods, Warprender and Weftcleaver have incorporated the very transformations that allow man to traverse the stars into their exotic blades.

The shattered remnants of a divine weapon, a certain amount of power remains in these bits of celestial metal.

Existing at once in the mortal plane and upon the plane of Fire, the Grand Pyre of the Phoenix is the ultimate testament to the power of the Lord Zevarith.

The daughter of a long line of Shinto priestesses, Mei has sworn to protect her adopted city of Washington from the dark godlings that infest it, feeding upon the greed and lust of those who live there. There's just one little hitch...

This ice-crafted armor is a gift from the three-aspected Goddess of Water to her chosen.

Bursting with an incredible, terrible complexity, the Oraki are a powerful breed of mechanoids, once that blurs the line between machine and man from the other direction.

The final creation of Albert Uhrzeit, commonly named the Lord Chronomancer in popular literature, the Void Golem is the ultimate expression of his mastery over the stuff of time and space itself.

'She's dead, Jim.' 'We have the technology, we can rebuild her.' '... Yes. But should we?' 'We must, in order to counter his scheming.' 'Then we'll do it.'

Here am I, floating in a tin can, far above the moon, Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can doo.

The high ambassador of the Kel’Regar to the Earthling federation, the unearthly Ku’ar’Riss is a terrifying creature to behold, her desires as dark and alien as her skin.

All know that Elves cannot die, and that Men do. All know that Men go unto the Underworld upon their death, and that the Elves retire unto the Spiritual Elysium. Yet in the Great Scheme, where goes the one with one foot in the Underworld, and one foot in the Realm of Spirit?

Those cast out of eternal life by the Great God Juffo find themselves lost forever in the Non. Here, away from both His Holy Warmth and the cold, harsh vengance of His Adversary, Zeln, there is truly nothing.

The bronze half plate of the Flame Knight, this armor serves to protect the wearer with the blessing of the Lord of Fire.

Frozen to death by a penny pinching, cruel landlord, the Frozen Woman has found her vengeance against her killer, and now seeks to destroy those who might do unto others what was done unto her.

The product of a conjuring gone horribly awry, the Devourer hungers, and it hungers not for anything of this world, nor of the next..