To the primitive tribes on the plains of North, life changes rapidly from season to season. In summer, food is abundant. In the winter, death from starving is never far. A natural phenomenon helped one such tribe.

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

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

Half-serious, half-silly, a scroll of cosmetic and related products for the undead amongst you. Use and abuse at your own risk.

A small valley that leads nowhere... why is it so important to the locals?

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

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

Traps need to make sense. Somebody must of made it for a specific purpose.

Of fire, but not elementals. Short-lived, yet intelligent. Bound to this world they are, more than most of its mortal inhabitants.

Tales are leaking from below the Iron Hills, that an unnamed winged terror can be seen on the sky on the darkest of nights. What creature it is, nobody knows, but some of the disappearances in the harsh place are said to be its work. If the moon is hidden, nightly travellers are warned to stay from roads and open places.

These are the items magic-users and alchymists would be really creating: minor, useful, and easy to sell.

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

Magical implements that trap the unwary.

Men of wisdom, gathering lore of ways to heal the sick and suffering, these monks are not really different from other orders of the same religion.

Except for their thing with drug-addicts and similar hopeless existences.

It is a small, lively town like so many others. Do you wonder who are the movers and shakers here?

'Did ya hear that? There's riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!'

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

"Never forget the season if you want to defeat the plainsfolk."

"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."

The Challenge:
Think of any bizzare life-form, WHATEVER life-form that lives a not-so-standard way. Not the way common sense would expect it. Make it in some way logical or not, just forget the boring everyday logic.