Blessed Yandrick, spare my herd from the Hoof Rot, and let the thieves and bandits seek elsewhere! Let my swine grow fat and strong, that they might be sold at market, so my children will have enough food this winter!
Beware the Dance of Destruction!
For centuries, sailors have told the tale of this isle’s sole inhabitant, a madman who searches for the solution to an ancient puzzle.
Come! Hear Uncle Jehan's band, by the river's side...
"Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders’ Court to the new palace," the Regent commanded Master Thraso.
"Summon the Legions! We shall offer battle within Bleak Vale! This time, OUR cause shall triumph!"
Even the boldest quake with fear of the Kobelyn Cavalry of Terkuss Tahkhan! Especially if they’re on the same side!
Ancient Egypt, Land of the Pharaohs: What will you find among the eternal sands?
Once wielded by the priests of the Jackal God Uep-Hawet, their heirs will suffer no others to possess it…
Transformed by the Ghulscorch Ague, the Lords of the Ghouls walk among us...
Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk…
Rustcaller Toxin is not a tool of assassination, but instead a weapon of random terror.
The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.
One of the more unnerving of fungi, “Liche Fungus” has its uses…
Considered to be misshapen freaks or demonic menaces by the superstitious, these many-armed people dwell as outcasts on the fringes of human society, abused and reviled.
The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but they're not sharing!
Few have ever seen the incomprehensible entities known as Trench Dwellers, but their lethal biomechanical machines remain, guardians of a long-forgotten empire.
In the dawning of time, a mighty civilization, mystical and alien, flourished in the oceanÃ¢??s unseen depths. Their day has passed, but their hidden metropoli linger on.
Legends even to the merfolk, the reclusive Trench Dwellers are a race alien and strange beyond human reckoning.
In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well…
I have heard (from an Afghan man that I know) that in Afghanistan, they will construct kites, and then tie or tape pieces of glass and shards of pottery to the kite-strings and have "kite-battles", where they try to use the sharp shards on their kite-strings to cut the opponent's strings.