The wide wicked world is a very dangerous place, especially for not-quite so big leeches who wish nothing so much as to be left out of thing such as wars, and wizards, and spells.

Welcome to my humble home. Feel free to stay as long as you like, if you remain at all. Do be warned, though, the place is a bit... unstable...

“Take it, take it! I’ve had enough of that thing! Maybe you can make head or tail of it, but I certainly don’t want any part of it!”

"I have no love for these aliens."

-Jax the Chronicler

"Sorry?! There's nothing to be sorry about boy! That was a conflagration worthy of my applause, my commendation even. Now excuse me, I have to go don new robes. These are a bit...burnt."

-Circle Master Caius Aurelias, to his Apprentice Idimus

Alchemists are found in many fantasy settings. If used properly, alchemists can add unique flavor to your game. But what is the story of that powerful person standing behind the counter? Why do they sell magic? I have thirty different answers to that question.

'Anyone can draw a map, boy - there's no more difficulty in that than laying brick. What makes maps useful is when they are so proper, so precise, that they are living images of the places they represent. Encompassing knowledge of the geography, and mastery of the very space itself - that, child, is cartogramancy.'

- Sage Pakpao Sasithorn, Chief Lecturer, the Ezagun-Darkbolt College of Cartogramancy

I had me a dream once. Just after I *acquired* this here knife. Only the knife was a bit shinier and I was in an alley somewhere. I dunno, maybe it was Brie or Holsten, someplace like that. Anyways, I'm walking down this alley when I comes across some dumb bloke trying to shortcut his way to market. Like *my* alley is a god-d**ned thoroughfare for just anyone!

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The world was ripped apart in a great cataclysm 3,000 years ago. This is a Codex of the pocket realms created by that great sundering.

I am the mask that grins and lies

I'll hide your face and shield your eyes....

A fairly blunt, systemic look at The Shattering. For flowery prose, look elsewhere ;)

Nightmares upon the battlefield. Once thought defeated, rumors of their return have begun to spread.

She left me, I couldn't deal with it. I sat there with the barrel of the gun in my mouth for a long time before I pulled the trigger.

(Graphic Warning: Not for delicate eyes)

The only remnant of the Shattering, Lydecker Cain found himself the solitary survivor of a universe that was no more than shards of glass.

What once existed is now shards of reality, floating in the sea of conflict...

"Whosoever shall brew ale in the town with intention of selling it must hang out a sign, otherwise he shall forfeit his ale."

King Richard II, 1393

"John. This is your final power. Precognition. Don't you see? The ability to know what is going to happen. And, if you know what is going to happen, then you can stop it."

Often considered only a vicious trap that preys on the fears of its victims, the Vattic Trap harbors an important secret.

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