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...

Thinking about my game world and what should happen in it in the not so close future, I came to a simple decision: WAR. This is an article on the topic of war.

The lowly Undead cannot be a true replacement for a living well-motivated workforce. But Undead do not tire, they do not have moods (well none worth marking), they do not require pay or lunchbreaks, and can work 24/7, if properly controled. So until activists start to fight for Undead rights, they are an interesting option.

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.

Sometimes it is necessary. Sometimes it just happens. Whether to a PC or NPC, a curse is something nasty that changes their life significantly, and not for the better. You were warned.

The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?

What happens if you actually get what you have been looking for, all the time ?

Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.

On an outlying farm, the sick grandfather of a family was kidnapped. Can the kidnappers be stopped before they deliver him off-planet?

The Pelezians, or 'clay people' were strongly bound to the earth. In fertile plains and valleys they lived their happy existence, peaceful, yet ever on their guard. Many nomadic attackers they defeated, until a different enemy came; their advanced technology and weapons (and magic) were beyond the skills of defenders. One-by-one their settlements fell, until the clay people were not more.

To the greedy students of the past, their heritage is but not forgotten.

Perhaps not quite what you would expect. Certainly it is a sword that can produce flames at will.

The pride of this tribe has led it to ruin. The only thing that remains is to die with pride.

It is said that there is always night, even during the day it is dark. Undead prowl around freely, and pity to those living that end up there. Still, lucky are those eaten by the hordes, some fools get deeper and their very souls are consumed by the nameless horrors that lurk in some hidden spots. And still more serve as new material for the Necromancers, the only living creatures there, as they say at least...

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

The many ways of the Citadel to bind ideas together.

A misnamed and probably overrated item, a topic of many a rumour to the folk of King Stymian. They all say it can foretell future, none is certain how.

The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.

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...

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.