Tihewgoe is a dark god of nightmares. Not the darkest and definitely not the biggest, but still a god in his own right.

Hailing from the giant swamp planet of Acadia, the Leech Lords rule with a mighty will. And slimy green tentacles.

Toltep walked slowly along the avenue, it would have been easier to swim along in the viaduct, but he had made it a point to not do the easy thing. All to often the easy path lead to ruin, and he had not survived so long by taking shortcuts, or the easy road. The market, what was above water, was abuzz with conversation. A large school of blood-crazed lurdi had been diverted into an ambush where the brave people had slaughtered the monsters. There was some worry, Toltep gathered, as a few had escaped.

As with many small towns Clarksdale has its share of secrets. Travellers that pass through are treated warmly, and are encouraged to stay for the upcoming celebration...

An item revered by the Serenia and reviled by the Fasceti.

30 places for the most vile villany to take place in. (unfinished.)

The Nekron, also known as Dark Elves, the Drow, and other ruder names are rarely friendly with humans, but on occasion they need their help, and are willing to reward them for a job well done...

An old and respected fortune teller is dying of disease and seeks out the help of andventurers to secure the heir to the fortune teller's power.

The wide wicked world is a very dangerous place, especially for not-quite so big leeches who wish nothing so much as to be left out of thing such as wars, and wizards, and spells.

Welcome to my humble home. Feel free to stay as long as you like, if you remain at all. Do be warned, though, the place is a bit... unstable...

“Take it, take it! I’ve had enough of that thing! Maybe you can make head or tail of it, but I certainly don’t want any part of it!”

"I have no love for these aliens."

-Jax the Chronicler

"Sorry?! There's nothing to be sorry about boy! That was a conflagration worthy of my applause, my commendation even. Now excuse me, I have to go don new robes. These are a bit...burnt."

-Circle Master Caius Aurelias, to his Apprentice Idimus

Alchemists are found in many fantasy settings. If used properly, alchemists can add unique flavor to your game. But what is the story of that powerful person standing behind the counter? Why do they sell magic? I have thirty different answers to that question.

'Anyone can draw a map, boy - there's no more difficulty in that than laying brick. What makes maps useful is when they are so proper, so precise, that they are living images of the places they represent. Encompassing knowledge of the geography, and mastery of the very space itself - that, child, is cartogramancy.'

- Sage Pakpao Sasithorn, Chief Lecturer, the Ezagun-Darkbolt College of Cartogramancy

I had me a dream once. Just after I *acquired* this here knife. Only the knife was a bit shinier and I was in an alley somewhere. I dunno, maybe it was Brie or Holsten, someplace like that. Anyways, I'm walking down this alley when I comes across some dumb bloke trying to shortcut his way to market. Like *my* alley is a god-d**ned thoroughfare for just anyone!

This should have all the formatting that you are able to use in a post so you can see how it looks and what is available.

The world was ripped apart in a great cataclysm 3,000 years ago. This is a Codex of the pocket realms created by that great sundering.

I am the mask that grins and lies

I'll hide your face and shield your eyes....

A fairly blunt, systemic look at The Shattering. For flowery prose, look elsewhere ;)