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

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

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

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

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

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

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

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

- "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.

What kind of interesting Afterlife(s) do the people have in your game world(s), whether they believe in it or for real? Is there hell(s), or paradise(s), or something in-between? What happens when people die?

Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?

Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something... is very likely to be different.

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.

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

This tree has a somewhat unclear bush-like appearance. But so far, nothing special. The actual reason why is it called after medusas, is his power to deter any hostile creatures, and to be sure, all creatures

We have all seen articles on how Dungeons don't work. I've seen such articles before. But this time, an idea struck me: Why not do a dungeon that really works? Where creatures live their lives in harmony; just the right ecological way?

A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret...

- "Arrr! What scurvy dog seeks the Davy Jones' Locker by comin 'ere?"
- "Oh, shut it, will ya!"

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.

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.

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.