To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.

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

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

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

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

A misnamed and probably overrated item, a topic of many a rumour to the folk of King Stymian. They all say it can foretell future, none is certain how.

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

This tree has a somewhat unclear bush-like appearance. But so far, nothing special. The actual reason why is it called after medusas, is his power to deter any hostile creatures, and to be sure, all creatures

To the primitive tribes on the plains of North, life changes rapidly from season to season. In summer, food is abundant. In the winter, death from starving is never far. A natural phenomenon helped one such tribe.

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

'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.'

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.

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...

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

Magical implements that trap the unwary.

Mathom, the God of Delays, is an overlooked but powerful entity. Few worship him, but many remember him with word and deed.

Half-serious, half-silly, a scroll of cosmetic and related products for the undead amongst you. Use and abuse at your own risk.

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

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