'Do you trust me? Do you feel I can get you through this night?'

They looked unsure. Slowly, each nodded. One even spoke, 'I believe you can get me through this night.'

'Good. I believe we can reach the morning light. Now here is what we need to do......'

And Sama decreed a fitting punishment for the liars and the braggarts, to walk the earth for all eternity without their ears or their mouth.

The Six Lands are diverse fantasy environments that coexist upon the same great continent. Each Land has its own environment and race. It is a simple setting for a fantasy world.

Featured creatures of the Swollen Shadow Codex.

The toxic lands of the Wastes should support no life. Here the land is slowly corrosive to the touch, causing illness with prolonged contact. The bubbling sulfur and ectomass pools are especially lovely, if you have the right aesthetic. The soil is soft and any heavy object slowly sinks. Other than a few migrant birds and some exotic small insects, The Wastes support only one native lifeform - The Verners - Exerpt from the often wrong but very popular Kalemandi's Beasts of Lore and World.

A single room in the lair of those cast away by the gods, this place of worship is nothing the adventurers are likely to expect here.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
—(Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

This mouldy green blade has saved many of it's owners, only to turn on some of them who dared to overwork it. It should be treated with great respect by it's owner, to avoid what happens when it goes bad.And allways remember, keep it out of the kitchen at all costs!

Maybe you should go find Outsiders, your kind isn't welcome around here...

Local taunt.

... And Alexi, Please don't let this bring you down. You have your entire life ahead of you - Let me become nothing more than a memory. We will never see each other again.

- Valdus

Some hear The Blue calling them. They would rather embrace it than stay another day.

There! Did you see it that time? I swear someone is following us. I keep seeing torchlight through the damn trees. I'm telling you, something is following us.

Thom, your either seeing things or drinking to much. There is no one following us. See look . . . wait, they look . . . they look like spiders but they are on fire!

- Last words of Micha, Traveller and Explorer.

In these halls men come to worship their one true god...

Gold

The Sisters may be found anywhere from street corners, where they offer to tell ones future for a few pennies, to those who appear to be working for the service of a lord. It is said that they go where they will, when they will they work for who they choose, not for who chooses them.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).
—(Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

The hiss of a drakulia fills the night air, and your blood runs cold. You know that you are about to die, and there is probably nothing you can do about it.

This mighty polearm contains the bound and unwilling spirit of a daemon, who's dearest desire is eternal vengance on the one who bound him.

Sacred tools of protection granted to those who must travel in the name of the One God, these lightly made, weighted gloves are easily overlooked.

Seen by some as warriors for the gods, and by others as mere mercenaries drapped in a priests robes.

You have been born into a rebellious world. The whole of history is treason; your blood was spilt before you were even born; the various creeds are but an infidelity to the Truth; and Man's laws are but treason to his Maker. -Passage from the Samahhi