A strange magical plant known for it's psychosis-inducing effects, commonly used in poisons, alchemy, rituals, and illicit drugs.

Includes: Appearance, Toxin Information, Harvesting and Uses, Signs, Plot-Hooks.

The People of the pocket realm of Brocschtal are simple folk who live as they have for thousands of years. Farming the land, raising sheep, getting in the occasional brawl. And fighting off the infernal attacks of ghouls.

Somewhere in the endless deserts of Iuhai, Daazan the Iron Gate and Utheleii the lovelorn Earth Elemental wait for time to end.

Some people call him Dr. Hammer. Some call him Mr. Hammer. Those with a flair for the melodramatic call him “The Hammer”. Others simply call him Hammer, much the way people call Madonna or Sting a single name. He is the one you contact should you have a "unique building" need.

An introduction to the key ideas to the sources of Magick in the Eyre System. Includes an overview of Elemental-Mana and Soul-Mana, along with the various types within each.

The blisteringly fast race cars of the future

Two cultures at war.

A basketball sized can that can diffuse up to a typical lightning bolt's worth of energy into gamma rays. In 100 words.

The manifestation of the Queen of Avarice, the Eye of Avarice is a worthy herald of that fell being.

The relic of an old Sorcerer, the Glyph of Tarnos Krae is a window into the past.

When photons bounce off your subs and into my retinas, this is how my headmeats give me numerals.

So you’ve finally done it. With the best of intentions all around the table, your PCs have finally blundered into the blender like curious gerbils, and now they are hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned. They are doomed, unless you unleash Secret GM Gambit #4 on them.

How the Clerics of Stone cheat death.

"Please, there must be something you can do. Oh if he'd just managed to keep his eyes open, two more minutes would have been enough."

'Remember, lad, nothing on this world remains constant, not even the world itself or anything beyond. The only constants ever are the Fabric and time'

Death is the fate of every birth, and life is only a brief loan of light before the eternal darkness swallows us. The remaining years of life have been stolen from the creatures known as Time Zombies, who stalk the living in the hopes of stealing a few more years of precious life.

'Do you feel it?'

'Feel what?'

'Feel... well, never mind, I'm just not feeling well'

A family of semi-retired doomsday cultists, just trying to live a quiet life while tending an apple orchard in the country. Except with complications.

“You will all die for what you have done to me!” Van Torxes hissed. As his face reddened with anger, he stormed out of the room towards his chambers.

The most fearsome creatures ever to be encountered by an adventuring party, and what to do when you do.

-Magnus Eriksson, 2nd Ranger, Queens Shadows.