I know. I know. It sounds crazy. But look at it! Look at what it is doing. The lightning strikes! Three times right on top of us. The hail. It just struck our car. The Wind hitting the house so hard. It is after us. It wants something. And, if we can figure out what it wants, I say we give it to ... it.

Ever wonder what secret a Wizard's beard holds? How did it get so long? Has this man really not shaved for that long?

The Yang to Lutazum's Ying, the grand totem of the Maletanalu, the 5th tribe of the Hanaset.

Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?

The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

The life and time of lady Shayla was not all to long. She was the second founder of the Holy ground, after a thousand years, when the disserperance of the lengendry Moon rider tribe. She was also the founder of the great and powerful staff of destiny. Lady shayla preformed a dance of passing in the Holy Ground, that sent on the spirits and dead creatures of the many years that had pasted. But to the time of today Utopia lies in ruins of darkness as it transformes into the abyss....

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.....

For the coddling of the weak and mewling shall one day be the Downfall of All Races!

—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.

T'would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast...

'You may cage the animal/ But you can't take away the rage'
Shinedown - Heroes

Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)

The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.

A beast made of writing; a strange, sad, and beautiful being that haunts the libraries and universities of the Sacred World

Come, face Hak-Hakunin, the accursed and undying spawn of Dancer Kallina. Watch him trek through eternity, a cruel and heartless executioner of infants and innocents. A cold toy of the Gods, a death bringer and prisoner of fate.

Nethernimbus - Also known as Wraithstorm, Necronimbus, The Great Blackness

Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.

Created as a weapon by the ancient sorceror-primotologists of the Iron Triangle Nation, the Cutsman still stalks the underhalls of the city of Mehxaiyul, a spectre of blood and blades.

the Apple Tree of Selilion holds the secret of life and death

The product of a conjuring gone horribly awry, the Devourer hungers, and it hungers not for anything of this world, nor of the next..