When man thinks of the wild, he thinks of the lush greenery of the forest, of the majestic plains and the deep mountains. He thinks of the elegant wild deer, of the mighty bear and the stealthy wolf. But there is another side to nature. This is the Legacy of one who learned.

It's round. It's silvery. It's got a handle. It's been used to make a million excellent meals, and even more dogs. It's also got a face shaped dent in the bottom.

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.

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'.

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

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.

The product of a conjuring gone horribly awry, the Devourer hungers, and it hungers not for anything of this world, nor of the next..

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

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

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.

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

The Thoron. The great crystal ones. The Speakers of Lightning. The unstoppable wall. The unmovable force. Many are their names, few are their numbers, even less is the understanding Man has of them.

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.

The legendary blacksmith, founder of clan Ironspirit, and he whom brought the steel of the Gods themselves to mortal man.

Gene-engineered for deep-space, the Salvorathan resemble nothing quite so much as the legendary ‘dwarf’.

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.

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:

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.