Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.

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.

"Humans think of plants as food and decoration, but they are living creatures in their own right."

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.

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

This enormous blade is capable of leveling more than just men.

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

The Wise Woman of a small family of the giant hill people known as the Volgotoi, Korara's particular gifts of illusion have allowed her a surprising degree of influence over the local Imperial outpost, helping spare her people the ravages of 'civilization'.

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.

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

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:

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

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