Driven by the need to keep his descendants fed, Daniel Andersson is one of the more peculiar undead - and gods - one might ever come across.

They had laughed at him in the past, and the press nicknamed him the Admiral, but when the global temperature rose by five degrees, and the waves swept in and drowned the cities, it was his turn to laugh.

Circle help me, I ran like a little girl…

Picture the wildest rodeo you've ever seen. Now picture it half a mile above the earth.

Castle Merciless. Home of He who dwells in nightmares.

Just off the craggy cliffs of Corundum, under the rippling blue ocean waves, seven stones stand. They rise majestically from the ocean floor, references to some long ago civilization. Meaningless, now, to all but the most learned.

Tucked back in the corner of Kiskedee square, off of Aasvogel, is the Hornless Goat. The tavern is as non-descript and plain as any business can be and still maintain itself in passable fashion. No one notices the patrons of that small overlooked place.

A simple and fun fantasy octopus ready to be used as an ally, pet, or interesting meal

Few things define a ship more than her guardian spirit.

A city of salt and subterfuge.

When a mission becomes something more.

A colourful but universally applicable calendar.

GMs definitely need to enforce strict "in character" play, eliminate "across the table" chatter, and by doing so - set the scene for an awesome role-play experience!

The Brande Islands are now a hell on earth for the majority of their inhabitants, but it was not allways that way...

Completely silent; jumping from Shadow to Shadow, he stalked his prey through the streets. Dawn would be coming soon, and he did not want to be caught within the enemy's grasp.

It is unwise to speak the name of the Great Demon of the Ocean if you are close enough to the sea to smell the salt in the air. It is inviting disaster to speak it's name when you are on the ocean itself.

The Silesian Triremes, also known as the Three-in-one, are one of the more feared ships that the marines and the sailors of the De Madden Company have met in battle.

Deep in the remote Storm Horns lies an ancient and deserted city of giants.

'Have you ever felt like there’s a world just beyond ours? Some sort of strange dimension, a light dancing just beyond our fingertips? Well, I’ve touched that ‘sacred’ world, and I know its true face.'

Morcar's ring is a marvel to behold, capable of healing wounds...but be sure that you do not tax it's powers too far and die wearing it, or you will become a true horror to behold.