"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."

How could a single building produce so much strife?

- "What about that one?"
- "They say he was a chipper back then. Took over his whole family and many more. And now, now he's a real zombie."
Fingers snapped before his face, he didn't notice. He just kept shuffling his cards again, that is all he did. A tear ran down his cheek. He missed the Emotion again.

The finest ring of them all, brings Life wherever it ends up. You may need its powers, but will you accept all that will be drawn to it?

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

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

Players want their characters to be special, and a secret is one way to do it. It is also a way to better connect the character with the game world.

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...

What's this round thing on the wall...

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

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

There was He, and there was She. And She was shy of men at first, always being told to distrust them. But He taught Her what love is, and promised Her everything he could. And they lived in happiness, and their love was perfect, for the rest of their lives.

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

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

Do you need a change in your normal gaming pace? Bored or simply needing something different? Then come here.

'The only creature, that can be victorious on any battlefield, is the raven.'

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.

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

Only a year before, King Stymian's future was firmly in his grasp. Today, he struggles for his own kingdom. But of all things, he is not a man that yields to opposition.

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.