Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning's Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.

Gnomes, fascinated with magic, tried to find a way to safely access it, and instead wound up addicted in the deadliest way.

In the summer there is a small stone jail for those who are caught breaking the rules of the Sorcery Springs Geyser Basin, but in winter they are imprisoned within the warm waters themselves. No bolts or bars are needed, the cold takes the place of prison walls.

Obsessions rarely work out for the best, but chaos makes them interesting... -Anonymous

Thaumatechnology - in a world where straight magic has an unnerving tendency to get the user killed, either by magical catastrophe or by being lynched by an upset mob, this is a much safer form of magical use... Even if it does occasionally explode.

Mathematically twisting the fabric of space, the Yau-Calabi Fold Engine allows for FTL travel without violation of causality.

In a clearing in a long-lost wood, it was morning.

An odd little cult dedicated to the care and feeding of their 'god', the Cabal of Omnomnom is slowly depleting the region of...

Have you ever been in a position where you needed a quick break but your players were too ancy to break as well?

One of the first prototypes of the Oraki, the red-headed Lilith remains one of the leaders of their race to this day.

The mainstay of heavy weapon squads of the twenty-seventh century, the PR-13 Plasma Rifle permits a man to become a maestro of destruction.

Space, and indeed, the outdoors in general, usually lack cover stout enough to stand up to heavy lasers and plasma weapons. This man portable unit is one designed solution to the rule.

A coward's ring, Spathi's Ring of Elusion allows the magi wearing it easy escape from battle, and a parting shot to be remembered by at the same time.

Forged and folded by the ancient and holy methods, Warprender and Weftcleaver have incorporated the very transformations that allow man to traverse the stars into their exotic blades.

These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.

Potions and other alchemical concoctions are often no more than funny-colored water in a bottle; what of the strange and unusual components used to craft these marvelous items?

Forged from the light of the first dawn, of the world, it remains radiant even now, long ages after...

Clarence was singing in harmony as his kind is wont to do. Their singing reinforced the 'song of existance'. It was a somewhat important job, even though only a handful were needed rather than the hundreds that did so. He and others near him noticed the pin prick discordence in the weave of melody that was the material realm. Those dark alien notes rose up. The Angel Mind touch the Divine and followed the new sub melody. Humans would call it a plan. Angels dove to the material realm and, of course, if any world was going to be causing problems, it had to be Earth. Oh well, at least Clarence would know his way around.

In addition to her general oddity, Myna seems to have issues with common sense.

An unsavoury character, yet immensely useful to know if you are in need of urgent medical attention, but want to avoid the eyes of the authorities....