Sacred tools of protection granted to those who must travel in the name of the One God, these lightly made, weighted gloves are easily overlooked.

Seen by some as warriors for the gods, and by others as mere mercenaries drapped in a priests robes.

You have been born into a rebellious world. The whole of history is treason; your blood was spilt before you were even born; the various creeds are but an infidelity to the Truth; and Man's laws are but treason to his Maker. -Passage from the Samahhi

Have a family that is ever at odds with each other? Beware lest the Slurran comes for you..

It was one of the most hated rulers, King Coloman the Horrible,who had this beautiful Quartz orb made. He thought he would be able to see into the future, and he did, but due to his greed, he did not know the horrible fate that awaited him.

You follow the map your purchased. It is to lead to the lair of Tergars the Dark. You follow through the woods, and find the rocks that lead into the hillside. The troupe creeps inside. Inside you find burned out candles, recent trash, and a few broken kegs. It is not Orc remains... there are funny and obscene things written on the walls with charcoal written in the local tongue. It is strange... unless....

'In the Black, dead souls creep
Seeking vengence without sleep.
Sacrificed for precious stones,
Rend they now flesh and bones.
Bloody staind and drenched in tears,
Stones cry out to one who hears,
‘Treachery has sown the seeds!
Now you'll be the one who bleeds!
Wear us well, you who brave,
Next you'll be in the grave!''
- Tas-Vessina's curse

A long forgotten city, with surprising inhabitants.

Not a bad weapon, but don't miss. It takes about six minutes to reload...

Deep below the small, peacful country of Vorbild is a dark, impossible maze filled with the countries bad-eggs.

The manor on the hill? No one wants to live there...

The Repository of the victorious dead...

If I only had a third hand...or a forth and a fifth...

A land of witches and evil magic, a pox on it!

Darak One-Eye, from the Book of the Black Rose

If you think the ones with the axes and beards are bad, wait until you stumble across a nest of feral dwarves...

Jahar's Anecdotes

Go forth to war my son, and be absolved of your transgressions.

St. Acre the Just, Confessor General

Sometimes a painting is just a painting.

This is not one of those times.

The First Men buried their Kings and 'Big People' (Nobles and other Important people) in underhills - tombs made under hills of earth called Barrows. While this custom seems quite common, the First Men were not. The First Men were closer to The Mythics - The Shidhe (Elves) and Dwarves - and The True Dreaming Magics than Modern Men. Thus entering their barrows means you are entering a different world and time.

Doom and hope, misery and joy, are but two sides of the same mirror to this ancient force that has withstood the annihlation of an entire culture..

As with any eco system, there is a pattern of life and death. Unfortunately when there is death, there is often trapped emotions, suffering, and other things that 'complicate' the process of transition. Add to this mix the presence of magic and gods and the chances of complications multiply. These complications are known to the mortals as Ghosts, Spectres, and various forms of material Undead.