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

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?

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.

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.

"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."

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

As if there was not enough siliness around...

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

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?

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

Of fire, but not elementals. Short-lived, yet intelligent. Bound to this world they are, more than most of its mortal inhabitants.

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.

Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.

'That was the second lynching this month. And last week they haven beaten some old sod that could barely crawl home.'
'Well, he was a drinker and bad to his wife, sir. It is really hard work they do, and not for much pay. But sir, we are doing wonderfully, all is going as planned and better!'
'Yes, the cathedral could be built months before expected, if we can keep up this speed. You are all doing great work, I'll be sure to inform the Patriarch. Just take care no accidents happen anymore.'

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

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

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...

The pride of this tribe has led it to ruin. The only thing that remains is to die with pride.

The task easier than usual, escort a group of pilgrims from the sleepy town of A to the dwarven forges of B, get the bell and return. But...

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.