Doomed by the Shadow...

Having spent many years facing the Swollen Shadow and it's lieutenants, the dwarven resistance fighter Vars is one of the few people who could be considered an authoritative source on the most active and malevolent of the Shadow's Minions, the Haints.

With the evil in the hearts of men...

The Shadow grows

The items exemplary of the Swollen Shadow Codex

The City of Shadows itself...

The Swollen Shadow's magic is such, that anyone transported to its demi-plane, will always first arrive in the somber and hazy Umbral Fens, which surround the City of Shadow. After some searching one may find the Brittle Road, which leads through the shadow-choked swamps, to the City proper.

A Renaissance dawns. A School of Art emerges.

Neither here nor there, the City of Shadows borders on the twilight of existance...

The plot of the Swollen Shadow

Shadows gather...and linger.

Synchronize... The Humans make for interesting study. synchronize...

The Commander sniffed, 'They are a motley group.'
The Captain said, 'We will get the job done'.

Since the creation of the Convict Collar, crime has dropped greatly in the major towns and cities, and the numbers of those locked up at State expense has fallen by a third.

(Extract from Pier Point Police Penal Policy document.)

Imagine a land to the East (or just Far Away) that trades with your lands with the occasional Caravan. This land is all about The Civilization: The Order of Things, The Celestial Bureaucracy, The Mantle of Heaven, and clerical abilities defining who was in charge (due to their being touched by the Gods). The Buracracy spoke with the voice of the Gods and could channel their power. Imagine what happens when their Gods die.

Careful where you put your cloak in Pembroke's place, you never know what you might get back...

Those who hunt by night will tell you that the wildest, most vicious of all animals is the tiny shrew.
The shrew feeds only by the dark of night. He must eat his own body weight every few hours or stave to death. The ravenous shrew eats everything, bones, flesh, marrow... everything.
Intro from Attack of the Killer Shrews 1959

Click, Zap, Fazaz, and Boom; carrying us all to our tomb. -The BombLovers

Too many are the spirits of the Spirit World, these are only a few better known types.

A world of spirits, that exists alongside to ours.

Bad luck just seems to follow him everywhere. Some say its a curse, others its just in his head. But there's one thing everyone can agree about Poor Josias: he is a sad, sad man.