Many traps are not designed to kill or maim, but more to disgust or annoy, or even to put a smile on the victim's face... this is a scroll of such traps.

Too many are the spirits of the Spirit World, these are only a few better known types.

"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."

Magic is a strange power, that can be harnessed (or not?), but never fully understood. Magic should be unique. Magic could be REALLY unique on this one world...

The hooded man leaves the tavern. The group had been assembled. They had recieved the map. 'Now it begins,' he said. He vanishes.

To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.

One player. One Game Master. Roleplaying in this way is slightly different than with a group.

Some items simply go wrong, that happens from time to time. But some are created by weird minds, even downright deranged ones, minds too sick to be healed. Guess where this one comes from.

Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.

"I walked through the poor's quarters, and my eye was not harmed. All functional, and simple, and crude, made on the whims of fate and delivered by immediate need.
I walked through the merchant's quarters, and my eye was bored. Pretensions where nothing backed them, striving for appearance without substance, evidence of changing wealth, too much only began, too much never finished.
I walked through the place where the powerful lived, and my eye was tired. Too much of attempted beauty turned hideous, and a lack of taste was made worse by willing lackeys.
But then I've seen the treasure of the city. A cathedral, that was part of the sky, columns, and arches to carry the weight of the world, shapes to let your mind fly along, and ornaments to stop by. A place to ponder, to be pleased to be alive, to accept suffering, and to realize your mistakes. This is a place I could learn from."

A powerful ring of many protective powers, which has its few downsides.

'The Welcoming Ones' are the first contact many people will have with the spirit world. Actually, for many they are the first creatures they meet after death.

The members of this obscure order specialize in growing funghi. Growing, researching and studying many kinds, they even try to create new ones.

A world of spirits, that exists alongside to ours.

If you know books, you know what they can do with you.

It is a small, peaceful village like so many others. Do you wonder who lives inside?

One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.

The product of anti-sound research, the Silence Field or "Silencer", became arguably one of the symbols of 21st century.

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How could a single building produce so much strife?

The most disgusting fungus in the world.