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

As if there was not enough siliness around...

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

Settled two hundred years before, the people were fleeing war and tyranny. Establishing a comfortable existence in the fertile, but empty valleys, they soon learned who the lands belong to. A mighty dragon called only Death, came and burned the city to the ground, and later again, and again, sending with fire also his (hers?) evil laughter and shouts of pleasure at the destruction. The survivors did not wish to leave, and decided for a new strategy.

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

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.

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

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 Heart that beats slowly in the dark.

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.

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.

- "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.

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

Elementals have been around for a long time. In many games they unveiled their impressive powers, and reflected their mystical origin no one cared about. It is time for a remake.

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

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.

To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.

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.

If you know books, you know what they can do with you.