A mid-sized sailing ship with an embedded Shard of the Storm.

Taronia - Land of mystics and sages. Taronia - Land of the Gods. Taronia - Land of Conquerers.

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.

"Let death be not only merciful, but elegant."

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.

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

A shield of odd design, created not only to parry, but to destroy the foe's ability to attack.

Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.

One such creature is the countess-to-be, Alia duBois, who crouches within her golden jail, a puma waiting paitently to maul her captors...

The legacy of a master of the martial arts, the Fistwraps of Hwang are a testament to his sheer willpower.

A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.

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.

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

Strange plant-creatures from Rosetta II, the Rosahomin are, for a small portion of their lives, roughly humanoid creatures, fully sentient, and capable of interacting with the galaxy.

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.

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?

When one cannot die, obsession with death is such a natural thing.

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

These small, luminescent creatures are a distant relative of the willowisp, little bits of orangish light that are attracted by the flames of a fire. When enough of them have gathered around a fire, the fire appears to take on a fuzzy indistinctness.

The result of a disastrous summoning accident involving a fire elemental, a pig farm, and a farmer's daughter, bacon elementals can only be described as delicious.

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

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