Advice on how to handle land ownership in fantasy settings.

Ever want to be half-man half-horse? Probably not, but these shoes can make it happen.

'Hell hath no fury like MY RIGHT FOOT!' Shardath yelled as he stomped upon the holy ground.

Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

Gifts from the King! Given to those explorers and adventurers, his highness deems worthy of being commissioned to travel on his business, into the northern territories.

The Pegorans are an ancient culture of people that have left their unique marks upon the world.

The Yang to Lutazum's Ying, the grand totem of the Maletanalu, the 5th tribe of the Hanaset.

This particular necklace could be worth 1,000... If you get it to the market fast enough.

The Wordfishes of Hloth, known also as the Sshpah, are strange composite-minds of the Hlothian jungles.

Handed down from Master to Apprentice for hundreds of years, the mokgum of the Chil Sung Kwan contains the essence of the Way.

The River Dragons are a beautiful, sleek race. Their irridescent scales are soft and almost invisible under a fast-racing current. As long as a long riverboat, they propel themselves upstream with occasional flaps of their powerful wings.

When wizards go mad, what curious ruins do they leave behind?

Beachcombing and coast-hugging, fantasy style. Animal, mineral, and vegetable. Sea-Junk. Flotsam and jetsam. Encounters and other oddities.

You could only hear the rest of them. And you could only hear them because they didn't mind being heard. Running in the trees they were. We followed the little guy named Dorto. He led us to a spot and said in broken Gallen, "Here is village". There was nothing there I tell you. We looked about and could not see a thing. He smiled and pointed up. You could see it then, the huts and nests and ropes. A bunch of them were just hanging there by their feet looking at us. It was going to be an odd night. Exerpt from A Sailor's Journey, by Ptholus WindRider

Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.

At the foot of the World can be found both great treasure and danger! Adventure Awaits!

And… The Young Thug pulled out a… Dead Rat? Didn’t see that coming.

You see a glowing figure, four feel tall, it looks like it has been waiting for you. Suddenly, it flies right through you, and it looks like its coming around for another pass...

The simplest way to tell if someone is a Thaumatech Engineer is often to ask to see his kit bag...

"Let death be not only merciful, but elegant."