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

'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

Undead abominations born of the Light, the glow of the Accursed's warped flesh strikes terror into those who behold it.

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

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 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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

A mad doctor who dared defy the laws of the natural order, to transcend death itself, and the creature he created.

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.

A coward's ring, Spathi's Ring of Elusion allows the magi wearing it easy escape from battle, and a parting shot to be remembered by at the same time.

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