Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms, greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind

Pismir the Miser

Kor’na’Nath is the man who has done what, in ancient times, was considered impossible. He has united the men of the Kel’Regar, to provide a skeleton by which they may survive the world outside Regar.

Dusk Cheese is a naturally occuring lubricant and potent alchemical ingredient.

A war of ambition threatens the unseelie houses of Thiran Nar.

Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.

You can't tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on 'em and then it's pretty obvious.

PVT. Quinn, memoirs

Now was to be the Third such invasion, and who knows who would be writing the records....

The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it's on you and then it's two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead

PVT Thomas Quinn.

The high ambassador of the Kel’Regar to the Earthling federation, the unearthly Ku’ar’Riss is a terrifying creature to behold, her desires as dark and alien as her skin.

Even the sinister Aelfen lords of the Unseleigh Court knew to fear the eldritch vengeance of the Horned Lord.

Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.

The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.

Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world

Oscar Wilde

Rotten piles of choss, that's all that was left of the wizard's tower, that's it.

Jhobham, Adventurer-Upon-Return

The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.

For the Emperor! For Anna Purna! For the Tigers!
Motto of the 1st Anna Purna Legion, the White Tigers.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

The Book of Hammerskjold

The peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on...

The magical glow of the rare Allifendae Tree enthralls some and terrifies others...