Six white tomes, Encased in bone.

They shine in light like polished stone.

Trapped deep inside, fel beasts reside.

Dark power; to the holder, the books provide.

In lakes, submersed, and tombs accursed.

Across the land they are disbursed.

A young sorcerous vampire with a penchant for making zombies.

The land of Vartanadel is full of twisted and fabricated truths. To stay in power, one must play the game.

The grudging gift of thankful mermen, a fine blade with a bit of baggage.

The Tulu are an evil and devious race, demonstrating the canny wickedness of Faustian devils and the perverse pleasures of hentai tentacle pornography.

A hostile race discovered through dimensional boring. The first encounter with the violent and nomadic Tarxan occurred in Neo-Constantinople of the Eurasian Alliance, hence the Turkish/Central Asian rooted name.

A dwarven masterwork shield, imbued with the power of wind.

The Bank with its own state

Over the centuries, the thieves, assassins and secret agents who operate within the underworld have come up with many ingenious devices for stealing and murdering, many of which are disguised well enough to be carried in plain sight.

A plume is seen far off in the distance, but what will it turn out to be when it gets closer? Only time will tell.

Likely the most common class of parapsychic powers, somantic powers are also the least flashy and visible.

A collection of Chinese mythical lifeforms representing Bad Omens or associated with the onset of Disasters

A collection of Chinese mythical lifeforms representing Good Omens or have divine associations (more entries will be added)

A collection of Chinese Mythical Lifeforms that can pose varying degrees of danger to adventurers and the general populace

A collection of relatively harmless Chinese Mythical Lifeforms

An exploration of the differences between sorcerous and cultic vampires.

'Magic is like telling a lie,' Calypso told his latest bunch of would-be apprentices. 'It doesn't matter if it's real or not as long as everyone believes it.'

Two creatures, forever cycling between the phases of the 5 elements, unable to rejoin.

A short story which uses Memory Moths in a sci-fi setting. Props to Echomirage for the forum post that inspired the symbiotic Proxy Bug.

An army can be compared to a craftsmen. Both produce for gain. A craftsmen produces a product, a good, for monetary gain. An army, however, produces corpses for resource acquisition. Be it on the battlefield or in the medical tent with the severely wounded being put out of their misery, the fillers of graves are being produced.

Any mind of the modern age has thought about putting those bodies to work. Necromancy has long been socially inacceptable. Besides, no one enjoys seeing a former comrade, a former brother-in-arms, walking around fighting and killing with a spear hole in his gut and a couple arrows hanging from the arms. And the only other way was to throw the dead body into a catapult and throw it at the enemy, in the hopes of giving them plague.

It was Obstarian military who first unleashed the Raveten on their foes during the World War. No one was prepared for it. And so people died.