Pataket is a criminal unlike any others for he has been working at his trade for centuries, and it is rumoured that he can break into anywhere.

Some places are too dangerous to enter, even approaching them can mean adventure. What is forbidden is forbidden for a reason.

In this place Brother, all flesh must be eaten.

First Precept of Consumption

An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars

A book of unique and interesting recipes for health.

The Order of the Yellow Rose was her princess order of bodyguards and companions. It was more like a roving party of dreamers and idealists. They became the spies, military arm, and rabblerousers, of The Yellows and the Duke.

The fine scent of sea, and the less fine smell of the fish... isn't there something else smelling, too?

In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well...

When all attempts at healing have failed, then the Gate of Life may be one's only hope to live again...

The Sneel are causing trouble again.

Not quite Science Fiction...

Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.

Deep within the shifting sands, natives whisper of creatures trapped within ancient tombs, their insane wails audible through feet of solid stone seals.
Read, now, as I delve through the mystery and bring forth the facts about the Tah'k Mumz'kar; the Bandage Beast; The Mummy.

'Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison'.

The two foreigners claimed to represent their queen, but... Where did they say they were from?

Someone wants Prince Philoj dead. Or?

Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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In the interplay between nations, espionage has always been a tool of statecraft. Those realms with magic have opened to them many more tools for application to spycraft.

The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

I tell you, I get this itch on my lip when I think about Sgriob and the waters of the casks…

Captain Wandren, Ship’s logs