It is said that a ghastly ghost of glowing glass haunts Vallermoore Cathedral, the spirit of a fair knight of centuries past...

Thie pearly material is also known by the sinister name of Demon’s Tooth.

Bracers that a serve as a battery for magical energy.

The Cuirass of the Winds can litraly blow one's attackers away, but the wearer should take care, for it's loyalty lies elsewhere...

Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)

The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.

A beast made of writing; a strange, sad, and beautiful being that haunts the libraries and universities of the Sacred World

A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids.

On a sprawling mound of steel and rust and hate sits a clockwork castle, the technological dread that is a machineâ??s delusion.

None could deny that the Torner the Fearless' heartbroken widow did mourning well.

The venom of the Temusa snake is both a dangerous and wonderous thing. It will cure any ailment no matter how grave, and heal any disease no matter how persistant, even reversing the effects of aging, but at what cost?

Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?

The Gohhi tribesmen of the Sallvian desert preserve the worship of an ancient goddess...

Come, face Hak-Hakunin, the accursed and undying spawn of Dancer Kallina. Watch him trek through eternity, a cruel and heartless executioner of infants and innocents. A cold toy of the Gods, a death bringer and prisoner of fate.

Nethernimbus - Also known as Wraithstorm, Necronimbus, The Great Blackness

Such a bloodied claymore has history way back through lines of father and son. In fact only one place near the handle still holds a metal tone, because of a magical barrier, and it has ingraved in it words that forever speak out to the swords bearer. Those words, like a guilty memory, can never be forgot.
'Thou who shall kill a sons father, shall then be killed by a fathers son.'

Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.

His breath faltering into a final rasping final gasp as the stone coils crushed his throat, these last words resonated through the fading mind of the would-be grave robber.

''You dared to defile the tombs of the ancient kings, Lusoh scum, but die knowing that I will never allow once inch of this scared land to fall into the hands of those would seek to destroy the nation of my divine fathers. Long live the Shining One, Goya Varman. For I am him..''.

When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there's nothing like getting good and liquored up first...

Inspired by a secret muse, a humble man sketches heroes and battles for the folk of the Market Quarter.