'A man needs two things to become a saint. He must perform three miracles, and then he must die. Perform your miracles, sir, and come to me when you are ready to become a saint.'
—Azariah Saintmaker, Dread Lord of Hatred

Twin Shards of the Storm reforged to work in concert, the Gauntlets of the Fallen Frost grant the user power over winter's weather, but at a certain price...

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...

A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.

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.

The divine weapons of the Storm Queen, these enormously potent weapons are both the Source and the Destiny of the Shards of the Storm, the physical manifestations of the destructive capacity of the wind and rain.

Even the Thoron may thirst for knowledge, and Embraced-A-Star has chosen the most direct route it can find to new discoveries. It chooses to go where no other creature can.

The Crown Princess of Sadaren needs a husband! There's just a few teeny little problems.

Forged of destruction, in the name of hatred, Winter's Tempest is a cold echo of its parent blades, yet still it bears the destruction of the frozen elements.

Even as humans can be, the Kel'Regar, too, can be touched by madness, and it can drive them to push to ends incomprehensible by the sane. The work of one such, Kararemi'ar'Salm'Torat, the Menangerie of Mad Creation, is a twisted, living structure, tormented by years of loneliness and incomprehensible need.

An otherwise simple spear, the dread blade of Hatred brings rot and decay to all it strikes, be it armour, body, or soul.

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!

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

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.

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.

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

The crystal dragons of Sogth VII are strange and sinuous beasts, be they stalking across the land on their four legs, and swimming through the ammonia seas.

Twin-aspected aliens, the Kel’Regar are strange creatures, and their alien society, strange technology, and lithe bodies evoking the images of elves in some humans.

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.