And for the cowards it was decreed, to serve unflinchingly for their God.

A subterranean prison complex, meant to incarcerate those who need to be removed from society.

A blue green jewel, Beta Delphini II, home of the turtle like Chelonians. The world is old, and bears many scars, the craters from orbital bombardment and high power explosions, rings of dust and debris that were once starships, habitats, and fighter craft. But the world below remains tranquil, its wounds covered with blue seas and green forests.

They will serve up the Light to appease their dark gods.

A realm of unending darkness, pitch blackness, where even light refuses to shine.

The Shay-Keded, or “Sand-Slaughter” is a magical kopesh hailing from the forgotten deserts of Nehekhara. The blade steals the life-force of its victims into potent magical energy for its wielder. However, it holds a great curse that backlashes the wielder if the magical energy absorbed by the blade is not spent…

So you want to rub a lamp, do you? Here are many mighty Genies, beings of great magic who might turn out to be your greatest boon or your greatest bane.

30 squirming maggots, worming their way through dead and decaying flesh.

They should have spoken up sooner and saved poor Harold from certain embarrassment.

Bob and Alice are being chased by something/someone dangerous. They move into a new area, and the pursuit suddenly is nowhere to be found. What does the pursuer know that our heroes don't?

A curious man with no past or desire beyond that of his art.

One thing holds consistent across the numerous worlds of science fiction and fantasy: everyone speaks the same language. Whether it's Lojban, English, Common, or the High Tongue of the Autumn Empire; there's one language that everyone knows, unless plot demands otherwise.

The story of an old gnome who makes an exceptional living off of designing and building unique strongholds.

Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.

That very special day when the people try to use up all of the most horrible deaths for the coming year.

A new story is frequently being whispered in the dark corners of taverns across the country, telling of a traveler that occasionally appears in quiet, rural towns; that draws with him a plague worse than any other: a dragon's wrath.

Casting spells is a difficult, oftentimes dangerous task. Power can be attained in spades by those so inclined, but controlling it once unleashed is something else entirely. There are a number of different ways that the form of the spell, the spell matrix, can be encoded, each with their own advantages and disadvantages.

The Road to the Hundred Angels

Entry Heading

Entry Heading

Hexenwolf – Magic, Were Creature, subclass Wolf

Hexenwolf are difficult to find and track. Those who are gifted with such ability usually keep it hidden and to themselves. All seem to be lost however to spiral down a long road of animalism if they are not careful.

Dr. Johan Kosdin Lerkoviski Were-Hunter