Blessed Yandrick, spare my herd from the Hoof Rot, and let the thieves and bandits seek elsewhere! Let my swine grow fat and strong, that they might be sold at market, so my children will have enough food this winter!

Spoken only in legends and even then in hushed whispers, Pochâ??Agoura is a name that sends children scurrying into their parents beds. Most people do not believe the old legends that the Dread Walker once subjected the entire world to an endless dark, a mindless machine of destruction that corrupted all in his path. But you see there is always a little fact in legends and myths and this is no different.

A handsome bed set, obviously expensive and likely both old, and imported.

A people of systematic inhumanity - beyond bloodthirsty.

Radiation sickness is a serious matter and I wanted to address it after noticing it in a post. I have created 10 severities of exposure and detailed what happens during each.

Malignant entities, these beings have existed in unlife for so long that they have forgotten what it means to be mortal.

The tomb robber smashed his way into the royal barrow, and shone his torch around. Painted upon the walls was a fresco of a king pulling a sword from a stone, and in front of the sarcophagus was a large lump of lead with a sword hilt within it. He pulled at the hilt and grinned as a sword with it's blade glowing a soft green emerged from the lead, wondering how much money he could sell it for.

A simple, effective dungeon trap that satisfies the requirements to be used several times and without decaying.

The earth holds the fool and holds the wise,
endures that good and bad dwell (upon her);
she keeps company with the boar,
gives herself up to the wild hog.

The Atharva Veda

The lost art of the orcish drum has been rediscovered in the hands of Gromek of the Gripfang tribe.

Stonedeath is a goblin assassin, but much more than that. His new form allows him to scale walls, fight with uncanny agility, and above all that; he has a hatred for adventurers.

Deep in the frozen north, facing the northern sea lies Corpsehaven a city built into a sheer cliff, a walled city that extends to the sea. This city is a silent place, filled with the dead and those that would consort with such creatures.

A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.

The lowly Undead cannot be a true replacement for a living well-motivated workforce. But Undead do not tire, they do not have moods (well none worth marking), they do not require pay or lunchbreaks, and can work 24/7, if properly controled. So until activists start to fight for Undead rights, they are an interesting option.

A sentinel, a defender of humanity, standing against the hosts of the eternal night.

This compact weapon is capable of laying down high explosive charges at least 100 yards away, and is easily concealable to boot. When you order one of these you also get a mag-clip shoulder holster at no additional charge.

-Akratek advertisment

Amenorian brings forth her power to bring justice and retribution to the wicked.

Deep in the marshes the Tree of Cognizance feeds on whatever living creatures come near it, using very powerful illusions and brute strength. It's fruits are prized by those that understand the powers they offer.

A scourge of sweet dreams and good nights... and nothing more than a harmless fox.

It was meant to be a great help in a city's battle with booze, but all too often it has merely become another tool in the criminal armoury...