Within the lost tomb of Abu Khanut, Agarn the Impulsive brought the forgotten priest's curse down upon his student, Alain Piercetongue. Now the wrath of an ancient god stalks the desert sands.

The Headsman is drawn to areas where great injustices have occurred. ... He is absolutely cold and emotionless. The only mercy he knows is swift death.

The Lord has a new girlfriend, and nobody is happy about it.

While bronze is cheaper, and steel is stronger, few materials are as desireable for weapons than proper Xanthanite.

This item provides the user access to other realms in a small package.

The spectacular enchantments of Agarn the Impulsive could have been even greater if he had been able to keep any of his apprentices...

LLorryn of Rydlin crafted charms and magic items over his lifetime. All are known for his trademark, the ringing sound caused by the magic flowing through them. While bards have granted fame to his thirteen Singing blades, among warriors and weaponsmiths, he is best known for his "singing knives".

I will sail my vessel, until I happen upon...

LLorryn of Rydlin crafted thirteen of the famed Singing Blades, as well as numerous other charms and magic items. All are known for his trademark, the ringing sound caused by the magic flowing through them. The Swords are his best known body of work.

A quiet old veteran that likes to visit the market in the evening, 'Chivver' is an easy man to overlook. On the other hand, he overlooks very little of what happens around him...

Shrouded in rags, this fallen foreign nobleman serves as the lethal right hand of the queen of the beggars.

In a fantastic world of magic, it can be assumed magic is in all living creatures to some degree, and a part of it is with concentration usable for magical purposes - humanoids are typically such users.

It is only logical, that for instance animals should have this magic, too.

"So it is old," I said.

"Older than you know," The White Beard murmered.

"I have never seen a blade of this type," I said swinging it experimentally.

"It is a Middle Blade. They are made not in these times, but in Albinion Era after the fall of the Empire, made, they were," The Wise One said.

"It is truly old then, almost as old as you..."

The White Beard just sighed.

This demon was the pride and joy of the summoners guild. They used it in their war with the Vampires. But the Vampires' freed the demon hoping that it would destroy it's former masters.

Not quite a race of its own, not quite the mortals they are so close to.

An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.

The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.

Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses.

You're walking through the forest when you encounter...

Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?

Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something... is very likely to be different.