Hot off the Press! These are not your eldritch manuals or ancient folios of doom. These are random books, a GM can use whenever a PC reaches for a shelf, which usually happens when said GM is least expecting it. These can be found in most libraries, many private homes, and anywhere else one could expect to find a book. More than a few have some built-in plot hooklings as well, while others, like many books of our age, are plain drivel.

Shirion may have been a human once. That time is long past. Now, it is an ever-shifting being, its form lost to time.

Never buy your potions from the Discount Dealer...

A blade that lives, and has lived for millennia.

A fine suit of armour that provides protection, but from what?

So, you walk in the tavern. It is a fairly average place, good sized ceiling, a roaring fire, lots of tables. There is a crowd of about 30 people....

The six demonic legions are extremely structured compared to their seemingly chaotic nature. While to the outside, those looking in to the hate and rage filled beast of nightmares all that is seen is a lust for blood and death and suffering. While that is true to some degree it is all for a purpose and all for a reason.

This is a detail of the structure of the demonic military ranks and their leaders.

A nearly forgotten god of hatred, vengeance, death, and decay, whose priesthood seeks his violent rebirth.

Every city, town, or large village will have businesses. Some will be inns, some stores, and some people providing a service. And then there are some places that are not common and so out of the ordinary that we leave them off when describing a city. This codex will help with turning the mundane into the magnificent.

How many roads must a man walk?

The Crew of the 'New Hope', a fine, and not so fine, bunch of seafaring men.

Always wary of the minions of the Lying Ones, for they revel in aberrant actions, and seek only to undo your works and subvert your thoughts. - Excerpt from the Samahhi

A crossbow bolt crafted from the deepest shadows, which infects those struck with a terrible spiritual corruption.

Ages past the Woodking fell into a deep and terrible slumber, and from the fever of his dreams and nightmares the wooden dungeon of Limberlost grew.

Brendan stared at the creature in the pale moonlight, transfixed by the silvery petals that glistened beneath that perfect purity. It was not until his final breath that he gathered his wits enough to scream after the thing had descended on him, all muscle and thorns and hard, barklike skin. It was too impossible, even the crimson blossoms that shone in the light of the moon.

Ssao E'hzeir, once a soldier, then a mandarin-magistrate, and then a clan-father, was rewarded for years of faithful service with the post of alytarch.

To Remove All Pain

Etching on the blade of the Anodyne Sword

Fiendish of appearance, beware these black kine...

This weapon lets you reach out and poke someone…

It is a good sized temple with all the appropriate attendents. Who is in the temple running it?