Found at the best cafes, and commanding the highest prices...

Come ye who HUNGER!

To see one of the wolfkin running is an inspiring sight, they move as if they had wings instead of legs, as if they were not tied to the ground, but could soar among the clouds

Nothing but snow, nothing but ice and snow. I fear we will all loose our minds out here. Even the caves have frozen into ice...

from the collected notes of an unknown explorer.

Clad in black armor, perched atop a black destrier, Ourange is the image of the mercenary-lord...

A new healing potion has been discovered. It is cheap to make, easy to brew and prepare, and more powerful than the standard healing potion. So why aren’t adventurers using it?

In the great city of Ozea, the funeral processions of the dead are followed by the Chalice Bearers, mourners who gather their tears to annoint the deceased.

What would you do if you were offered the chance to be a monster?

The things you could do just by pointing...

One of the finest mercenary circles who can trace their origins back to the Greater Comet School. They currently are on near permanent hire to the Crown of Kendaria.

Most knights at least pretend to be on the side of Good and to defend the weak. Not so those of the Order of Rightous Victory-they are openly on the side of Evil and make no bones about it.At least, that is what they say to outsiders, but the truth is not quite as clear-cut as that.

The Knights serve a variety of roles within the land-locked Kingdom of Tresserhorn, few of them known.

The children of the Sea of Pandemonium, the Viles of Salt are always thirsty, and they draw water from living beings with even a single brush from their crusty white flesh, dessicating those who are touched.

The Seyeverasin are supernaturally excellent musicians- no other can play a cello as well as them, and when the moon wanes, one may hear their haunting phantom strains echoing about night-time mountain cliffs, by dark pools, and in places where mortals no longer go or have never gone.

The Lavas are animalistic warrior-demons who converge in packs like lice on the inconceivable walls of Hell, filled with inconceivable fury and berzerk bloodthirst.

The object of many a sensual fantasy, few thieves garner as much attention as this leather-clad halfling

Many times the Old World has been mentioned in my works. Submitted for your approval...The Old World.

'...And you, Human, must follow our words, lest we summon up every curse that lies buried beneath these sands and pour them upon you and your children, and their children, and in turn their children, for so many generations that your blood will surely never survive.'

D'hui said, 'What is 'homebrew'?

'Masterful Ares, god of war you place me in this dread place far from my home, no friends or family, and only you to talk to. Still even you seem never to answer. I have served you many a century and still you wont answer my prayer, well this last prayer I will send with all the blood of the men of this world if you will send me home.' Paladrim, his final prayer to Ares