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

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?

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.

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.

'She's dead, Jim.' 'We have the technology, we can rebuild her.' '... Yes. But should we?' 'We must, in order to counter his scheming.' 'Then we'll do it.'

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

A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.

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

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

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.

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

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.

A summary of the tools, weapons, and transports of the Kel’Regar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.