The many ways of the Citadel to bind ideas together.

The members of this obscure order specialize in growing funghi. Growing, researching and studying many kinds, they even try to create new ones.

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

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

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.

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

It is said that there is always night, even during the day it is dark. Undead prowl around freely, and pity to those living that end up there. Still, lucky are those eaten by the hordes, some fools get deeper and their very souls are consumed by the nameless horrors that lurk in some hidden spots. And still more serve as new material for the Necromancers, the only living creatures there, as they say at least...

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

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.

Was the treasure horde too large? Or the employer too generous? Ohhh, there are so many ways of depriving heroes of their more or less deserved wealth.

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.

These are the worlds and planets encountered by daring space explorers.

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

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.

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

The Challenge:
Think of any bizzare life-form, WHATEVER life-form that lives a not-so-standard way. Not the way common sense would expect it. Make it in some way logical or not, just forget the boring everyday logic.

Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.

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

This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something...

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