Nooo!!! Don't... touch that....

"Tired of lugging about heavy quivers full of arrows?"

'...and thus it was said that Adaleer the Blest could reflect the true nature of any soul. Now some of his followers believed that his ranger gear, as much a part of him as his faith, was also so blest.'
- Dauneth, Lore Chronicles

Bows, Arrows, Bolts, Braces and Quivers.

The Nurglur stand taller than a man, though they are stooped and hunched so their faces lie at a height similar to ours. Their bodies are slim with a muscled, wiry strenght and their feet are turned with three bird like talons.

Humanity is as varied as the stars themselves.

Luchildsburg? Yeah I remember that place, they had the black ale that tasted so bad.

The Giant Swans of Pier Point are the pride and joy of the city...

A beacon of brilliant white stone surrounded by black, clutching death..

If you see a dirigible flying in the air, yell out "Issrie, Harel, Moore, Jesai, Anmae! as it might be the Sky Willow.

Half-Man, Half-Bull? Surely you're joking. But if it's Dungeon Crawling you need to do there's nobody better than The Minotaurs.

Brumborion's blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone's Favor

"First, he pointed that giant metal rod at me and out came a glass vial, it exploded next to me! Next thing you know, out comes a friggin' bear! Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, he sticks it in the ground. It expands and he walks into it to get a snack!" - Xzud, Experimental Arms Dealer.

Scents of ages past and scents of the zeitgeist. A guild of perfumers.

Celebrations can be found everywhere: from the big city to your local township. Sometimes the smaller locales can have the richest of all celebrations since they are more personal. Dayern's Hamlet is one of those places.

"It is amazing to me how this one little stretch of water has changed the course of history," History of The New Country by Collen D'Madden Blue Diamond Press

A writhing mass of red tentacles

Some items simply go wrong, that happens from time to time. But some are created by weird minds, even downright deranged ones, minds too sick to be healed. Guess where this one comes from.

As if there was not enough siliness around...

Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak

Vernissage, apprentice bard.