The sum of all spellcasting traditions of one world - or most of them - in one place.

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

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

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

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.

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

A powerful ring of many protective powers, which has its few downsides.

The tragic fate of the legendary beauty has left traces behind until this day.

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

A great bird so rare (according to some legends only one exists), that with its high intelligence and uniqueness it deserves the status of an NPC.

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

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?

One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.

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

Too many are the spirits of the Spirit World, these are only a few better known types.

In a fantastic world of magic, it can be assumed magic is in all living creatures to some degree, and a part of it is with concentration usable for magical purposes - humanoids are typically such users.

It is only logical, that for instance animals should have this magic, too.

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

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.

"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."

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...