A world of spirits, that exists alongside to ours.

It is a small, peaceful village like so many others. Do you wonder who lives inside?

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

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

One player. One Game Master. Roleplaying in this way is slightly different than with a group.

A collection of plot hooks for a game on the road, or more precisely, on the route.

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

As if there was not enough siliness around...

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

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

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.

How could a single building produce so much strife?

The most disgusting fungus in the world.

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

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.

When want and famine stalk the land, a strange tower of ashes appears in the village common, a tower holding the sacrifices of the unworthy. Those who have the courage may reclaim these treasures...

The many ways of the Citadel to bind ideas together.

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...

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?

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.