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.

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?

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.

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

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 lowly Undead cannot be a true replacement for a living well-motivated workforce. But Undead do not tire, they do not have moods (well none worth marking), they do not require pay or lunchbreaks, and can work 24/7, if properly controled. So until activists start to fight for Undead rights, they are an interesting option.

On the road you meet... a fiery fire dragon! The mighty Xeatoxx is not some random encounter without purpose. He, though he is the last to admit, has a serious problem.

"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."

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

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.

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.

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

Are you a friend of adventures that bring you closer to the ultimate truth, that help you to learn your world, and teach you a valuable lesson? Or at least provide you with useful means upon your further journey? Then, my friend, better stay clear of the following things...

The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?

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

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

This is a scroll of locations that are somewhat out of the normal.

Players want their characters to be special, and a secret is one way to do it. It is also a way to better connect the character with the game world.

The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.

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...