"It's important to remember, when dealing with the clockfolk, that they only LOOK like toys."

'Aye, 'dis here is yer problem, squire. Yer gone and got yerself a Cog Devil infestation in the ol' gear box, haven't ya? Look at the little bugger squirm, eh? Nah, dont be embarrassed, squire. It's better than lice on yer privates, innit? Coz, they're harder to get rid of, they are. And a lot more expensive too..'

Istherm Mild (esq.), licensed steam engine mechanic, overheard advicing one of his customers...

In the deep of night, even the most jaded of criminals will look over their shoulders for the telltale scarlet glow of the steamwalkers.

"Things were better in the old days," said the mage, "when you could watch the beautiful spellbook soaring on the air currants high above the geysers, and it would come to you to be fed. But they drove it into hiding, they did."

The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy...

A creature of perfect, unhuman beauty, until one notices its face....

The Moon´s little alchemists

The various creatures that serve the Bloated Moon.

The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon

GET AWAY FROM ME YOU ZOMBIE FREAKS!

Last words of Derrius the Bold

"The walls moved!" Krunis exclaimed. This he was sure of it this time.
"Of course they did. They are trying to accommodate the additional room needed for tonight." Xarn returned matter-of-factly.
Living stones are tuned to one master to do his bidding.

Sometimes, the places remember. Where Destiny's threads intertwine, echoes of the past live again.

Dont mind him, he's just a rag man

Clochardshire resident, common quote

The Caretakers of the Vast City - Stoneholt, a race of great skill, persistence, and antiquity...

Once she was Archmage Stewart's beloved wife Emma, an acomplished which in her own right, now she is but a husk of what she once was, and yet the Archmage loves her too much to put her shell to rest.

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

Not all vampires suck blood, there are those who suck feelings as well and you often have no idea of it until the vampire is feeding upon you.

Some places are better left undisturbed...you never know what may be waiting there for you.

Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…

Moon Hunters or Moon Riders is what they were called. These wonderous and magicial dancers roamed the lands for many, many years preforming dances for kings and roality alike. But not all were dancers, one girl had a simple but different talent. She was the songtress of the group. Her amazing voice filled the hearts of all people. But at her last preformance.....