Masters of the sea, men of courage and honor, these you will find here and none other.

Graves of a small, little known folk, exotic as dangerous.

Books of all kinds and purposes, their short summaries as well as wide descriptions, come and enjoy.

The task easier than usual, escort a group of pilgrims from the sleepy town of A to the dwarven forges of B, get the bell and return. But...

- "Arrr! What scurvy dog seeks the Davy Jones' Locker by comin 'ere?"
- "Oh, shut it, will ya!"

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

Mathom, the God of Delays, is an overlooked but powerful entity. Few worship him, but many remember him with word and deed.

Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?

Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something... is very likely to be different.

This mountain chain was once vast and impenetrable, but had the misfortune to named in the binding spell of a mighty demonic(godly?) being, namely that when the Great Mountains are forgotten, then shall it be free.

It is said that dwarves have problems with using magic (maybe they cannot cast spells at all). This is an attempt to create a distinctly dwarwen school of magic. The way you use it is of course yours.

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

In a fantastic world of magic, it can be assumed magic is in all living creatures to some degree, and a part of it is with concentration usable for magical purposes - humanoids are typically such users.

It is only logical, that for instance animals should have this magic, too.

How could a single building produce so much strife?

Beginning adventurers have a hard time to find the right employment... let us try and help them!

The many ways of the Citadel to bind ideas together.

A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.

Traps gathered from the remains of a dead site. Honour and enjoy what ingenious traps were created by people unknown...

Finghaart's sausages hasn't moved since its founding. For all its reknown, it is quite a poor neighborhood.

A great bird so rare (according to some legends only one exists), that with its high intelligence and uniqueness it deserves the status of an NPC.