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

The Heart that beats slowly in the dark.

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.

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

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.

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

Beginning adventurers have a hard time to find the right employment... let us try and help them!

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

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

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.

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

On an outlying farm, the sick grandfather of a family was kidnapped. Can the kidnappers be stopped before they deliver him off-planet?

Finghaart's sausages hasn't moved since its founding. For all its reknown, it is quite a poor neighborhood.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

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