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

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?

One of the common variations on magic is the concept of 'sword mages' or 'knight mages'. We all know and love them as the folks in full plate that split globes in twain with flaming swords, before twirling around to change their flame sword to an ice sword so they can stab the flaming angel of vengeance in the chest to maximum effect.

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

"Didja see the way way I nailed that, Marty?" "Thunderingly effective!"

A beautiful warrior woman, with a sword and soul of ice.

The faded, yet oddly pristine robes of an ancient healer, this cloth radiates a palpable sense of comfort, of wholeness.

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.

War has begun, and the troops have begun to move. Lying on the border between Esteov and the God's Spine Mountains, Kerrengen Keep secures the main source of fresh water for the capital of Esteov, Lake Kerrengen.

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.

This tremendous colony ship is the largest ship of the Kel’Regar, grown and built in stages, birthed within the great ‘dry’ dock of Regar-kel-Osh. Fully organic, this ship is the ultimate expression of the Kel’Regar’s power.

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.

These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.

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...

Be wary, adventurer, of the smoke of Mal'Mennoth, that dread, choking cloud that blots out the very sun! Be wary, adventurer, of the demon's dread shadow, of the things that prey on your mind!

Though each drone possesses little intelligence of its own, together, they are the Kth'k'k'kt, who span the stars.

Located on a world near the heart of Kel’Regar space, Nath’ar’Selass’Resan is a world renowned amongst that kind for it’s beautiful art, high technology, and the absolute lack of things that can kill a woman in dignified fashion.

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

As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.

Ringed round by ancient political foes, this ancient nation finds itself dealing with a powerful foe, one with far more sinister hungers than money or land.