When want and famine stalk the land, a strange tower of ashes appears in the village common, a tower holding the sacrifices of the unworthy. Those who have the courage may reclaim these treasures...

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

Are you a friend of adventures that bring you closer to the ultimate truth, that help you to learn your world, and teach you a valuable lesson? Or at least provide you with useful means upon your further journey? Then, my friend, better stay clear of the following things...

The many ways of the Citadel to bind ideas together.

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

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

A race of little peoples, that have found the key to immortality. Sadly, it has evolved to more of a curse than of a blessing.

The most disgusting fungus in the world.

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

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

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.

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.

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.

"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."

Globs are a partially amorphous life-form of the shape-changing kind.

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...

This is a scroll of locations that are somewhat out of the normal.

Magical implements that trap the unwary.

A wizard forced to rule over others, now deceased.