Tiny, side-scuttling spiders.

The City of Bells, home of Bornegault's Tongue.

The estate-sale and auction of one, Sulphonis Odom Von Zygilvein; composer, innnovator, madman, inventor. Celebrated musical genius.

Darn, this hallway is really long...

"Was it... just a dream?"

A reclusive race, the Ragori live deep in the heart of the Purvis Swamp.

Shababa sat sadly in a corner, tears falling from her yellow eyes and dripping from her tusks. 'All I want to do is be a dancing girl, it's not my fault that the Gods made me an Orc. Why is eveyone so narrow minded?'

The Jesk family inn.

"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"

Some people think that the Vénat are harmless, helpless, charming creatures. Despite their small size and gauzy wings, they are anything but. You underestimate them at your peril.

Baugl, lost in the darkness beneath Hydra keep. Would that he had stayed in the shadow.

"The wind-driven snow parts for the barest of seconds, revealing a glimpse of refuge from the deadly storm. It's a massive sapphire pyramid. Yet you know of nothing like it in this area..."

A theocratic sect that venerates the worship of women as divine

"He'd look a lot more majestic up there if he weren't wobbling all over the place!"

Thirty systems of justice-or the most rank injustice, in some cases.

A magical Salt, a dangerous bane against ice and snow…

a slivery blade with a barbed hook at the end the blade shineing red as the light hits it

A sketch pad for casting powerful magic, if you can use it. How many uses for bunnies can you think of?

An order stretching back to the first days of the Plague, the Knights Medicus are starting to die out as the Plague deteriorates their numbers.

Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.