The Harakan have been created with only one purpose in mind. They hunt the despised slaves of the Empire

'Brutal bugger, but he's handy to have around in a fight!'

Forcing party members into a furnace is fun!

The magic of Cannibalism or Asuramancy is the weird sister of Necromancy and a distant cousin to Alchemy, although Alchemy denies it.

A twisted zombiepocalypse creates a new holiday season.

An ancient mercenary regiment with a rich history, bound to a unique magic item. The regiment serves as family, faith and way of life to its soldiers.

'A demonic plant? Don't be daft, go research something useful to society.'

'But-but the p-plant! It's evil! It must be destroyed!'

'Now the flowers bloom all year round thanks to the most holy Spirit of Urban flora. It just takes a little blood.'

If you need bait in a hurry and the ogres won't get out of the way, you need the Chum Bucket

This just in from the BBC. It seems a number of medieval archers and swordsmen have stopped a Grinch Attack in Nottingham mall. We take you live to....

It was just any other day, another testament to the mundane dreary lives of the living. No one was prepared for their coming, how could they be? They entered the bodies of the living, transforming them into blood thirsty monsters, all in an instant.

A.k.a. Belcher, Fleshbag, Mr. Soupy, Spitter, or a Walking Cauldron

Support for your zombie legions...

How does a given species become intelligent? Why does one turn from somewhat smart to actually sentient, and another doesn't? What is the magic formula, if there is one?

It may be wondered why packs of wolves, Giant Spiders and other such animals would attack PCs, when said PCs are normally armed to the teeth with deadly weapons and spells. Surely it would make more sense to attack weaker prey? Sometimes it is because the PCs are threatening the animal's territory or cubs or egg sac. Sometimes the animals may be crazed with hunger. Or it may be because the animals have become infected by Atissi worms.

Trapped in a dream, chained by a net of magic, Deneus Betherim, arch mage of Cormalth bleeds magical essence from his fingers, fueling a rift in the fabric of existence; an essence conduit to the realm of elemental earth.

Earth, sand, mud, rocks and clay travel through the rift, and a mountain is being born beneath the feet of the ensorcelled conjuror.

Deneus is the blood of the mountain, fueling the portal, but who is the mastermind behind it all?

The fruit of the Wangadi tree should be treated with respect, because if eaten at the wrong time it can be mind blowing.

Blonde is one cool dude.

A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?

The jewel of the imperial shoal, this aquatic city is the emperor's seat of power.

'Fear not this new night, my brothers, the terrors of an everlasting darkness are as nothing when compared to the darkness in Man's heart. For, who among you knows what Man might do when Hunger sleeps in his bed and Famine is his child's only playmate?' --Prelude

The Mihradhz shrieked, with a sound like fingernails on slate, as it was dragged headlong into our world by a greedy and uncaring spellcaster whose only desire was to defeat his rivals.