The icy lands of Sagaris are cold and unforgiving, and the Frost Owl is a manifestation of the dangers of that frigid realm. Of all the fantastic beasts that roam the Sagarian tundra, the Frost Owl is the greatest threat to man.

A flower from the gardens of the Divine...

I did not think there was a crime heinous enough to deserve this place as a sentence..

The Lord of Agony, He of Corpulent Pain

A people of systematic inhumanity - beyond bloodthirsty.

This relic, while of little value against the living, is a formidable tool against the beasts from beyond.

Lutazum is an immense (32' at the top of it's shell) tortoise which walks on huge 2' thick legs. It is dark green with speckles and looks about with suprising intelligance. On top of its shell are strapped leather containers of all description.

Sometimes the simple solutions are best..

StoneHolt

The greatest city on Neyathis - not built by the hand of man, but by long-gone giants. It is a city of superlatives and place of new beginnings.

Swords are deliverers of death to the living. This one offers something more to those already dead...

Disagreements between the tribes are sometimes settled with Megamothoid battles, and during war they are almost always used.

A simple mission for a Dragon, but of course, nothing is ever simple with Dragons.

An assortment of magical, dangerous plants, derived from natural plants and steeped in odd magics.

A tool for Diviners, a toy for children. These little orbs have many uses.

Kineticite(TM) is a product of Applied Nanotech Universal (ANU - Terran Stock Exchange Ticker, + 1.35% )

Beware these shrub-sized gaurdians of the forest.

30 Different Bullet Types, some classic, some really out there...

This alchemy shop has two faces - its above ground establishment which serves the general public with the typical love potions, cure-alls and whatnote, and a ‘secret' below-ground operation which is where the real action is...

Nothing like a slug to clean up a mess...

Standing at the prow of the ship, Ashala rejoiced at the strong winds catching her midnight-black hair - flapping it like a pennant. The dark clouds ahead would have filled other seafarers with dread. Not Ashala. The dark clouds and wicked winds were an invitation, a challenge.

'Steady as she goes!' she shouted over her shoulder to the shipmaster, 'To the Eye!'