"That Inquisitor...what's his name? Hellenbrecht something? Matthias Hellenbrecht, I think it were? Don't let him near me again - made my skin crawl... You know that look you give a juicy steak after a straight day or two of marching? I swear to Iocath, he was giving me that very look."

-Private Dalton Hayes, Imperial Levy 304

"A little bit of the arcane, hidden within the mundane."

-Victroinox, Archmage of the Circle of Masters

"I saw him! The Sorcerer! His skin cracked and glowed like it was smoldering beneath. His eyes burned like Sol and Radia. He spoke with a voice like a legion of hellspawn, in a strange tongue that parted the skies and reigned fire down upon the earth."

-Excerpt from Mycenae's Dissertation on Sorcerers.

Tihewgoe is a dark god of nightmares. Not the darkest and definitely not the biggest, but still a god in his own right.

How much hatred does it take to buy revenge?

30 various vampiric varieties

*In work*

An attempt to gather my thoughts on the cosmology and history of the Locastus setting.

I´m not quite finished with it, but I´m throwing it out there anyway

The Red-Wind Rag; Trappings of a Bloody Death; A Malevolent Sheet of Scarlet and Ichor.

This is a test wiki sub. Feel free to edit and play with it. Lvl 3 and up should be able to directly edit the sub.

Request help. Check Strolen's and Pieh's XP and then HoH it and see if they both gained 5xp. Also, please vote on it and see if both their XP goes up. I can't vote on my own subs. ;)

Memory loss is a sort of living death -- and these moths are the Grim Reaper.

“The Armored Avenger is dead!"

"Look at him! He looks like hamburger, but his admantium armor is untouched! What could have done that?”

The poor boy.. Man, I mean. I tend to forget his age, given his appearance...

A warped and twisted, low-standing, tree covered in dark bark. It's wild, overgrown tangle of branches creep across the ground in a large circle. The entire thing is covered in a multitude of thorns that shift from a bright acidic green to a deep blood red.

Beautiful, crystalline beings...with an incompleteness inside...

The rotting ghoul sunk it's teeth into the girl's throat, tearing it open, and then laid her down, and as she died, so the rotting body that had murdered her ceased rotting. Milky white eyes became green ones with normal pupils. Maggots swarmed out of the body, the damage they caused healing rapidly,and the stench of flesh gone bad vanished. The Xarloccian swore to itself that it would always tread the path of Evil from now on, just one earlier act of Good had nearly rotted away it's body and sent it's soul to the Nine Hells.

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!

'It was just after nightfall when it came; a horrible, rotten mass of bone and flesh, with a voice that was like a thousand screams braided together. I only survived because I ran - I ran and I've never stopped running, because I know it's after me. Me, and everyone else who was there when the city of Vesta was slaughtered.' -Hans, Former Captain turned nomad

Small puppets who take on the likeness of their owner upon death. They act as a silent sentry, militia, or officer of the law in the war stricken Dim-Sii Tribes of the Southern Lands

Wooden constructs skilled in the art of battle as well as extermination.

The Harakan have been created with only one purpose in mind. They hunt the despised slaves of the Empire