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

A people of systematic inhumanity - beyond bloodthirsty.

Never buy your potions from the Discount Dealer...

The author's quips and comments on making the most of your first submission

A bag of enchanted beans. Dare you plant them?

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

One had best be careful before opening up one of these barrels…

A malaign substance that can bring a lingering, horrible end.

A beacon of brilliant white stone surrounded by black, clutching death..

An item to increase the comfort of the dreaded Cold Camp.

Herin are a number of ways your magic item might come into being, apart from something you order from your local wizard.

'No my lord!' cried Herithi. 'Have Mercy! Take my eyes instead!' Why did I say that?! thought Herithi, shock registering through him.My eyes? Shalali protect me...

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.

Magic that really gets under your skin.

30 Assassins, both great and pathetic. - Die, by our hands...

The Big Picture of the World of Nyathis, for the time being...

The Grinder was instituted as a capital punishment for the worst murderers and criminals.

Adding a little unexpected to your magic bag of critters or the like.

Spare parts of the Fantasy sort.

Representing a primal force of nature which wants to strangle and slay all humanity, to bury their works beneath the roots of trees and their bodies as fertilizer.