Everytime you look at something in The City, there is something going on behind it. It is a moment caught in the tangles of time of some other persons life. It is those little moments that make The City seem so alive.

Stone peckers, foul-tempered beasts, better suited for cooking and mattresses than being allowed to breed

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

The forgotten realm

Ether, magical energy condensed into liquid form, is the fuel powering the magidustrial revolution on Ryngard.

"Things were better in the old days," said the mage, "when you could watch the beautiful spellbook soaring on the air currants high above the geysers, and it would come to you to be fed. But they drove it into hiding, they did."

Fluffy headed plant things with an equally fluffy headed personality

It was three years ago that I entered that strange door… and I have not found my way back home since then.

A cunning and vicious predator, prized for it's pelt and feared for it's poisonous bite

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Feared throughout the southern seas, the Jurokang are a deadly menace to any that intrude into their domain.

"Stay back! I'm a... a powerful wizard!"

Many knightly orders play lip service to women, but few take it seriously, and even fewer would allow women to join their order and ride in the ranks with them as equals. Yet the Knights of the Lady, it seems, truly do think of women as equals and have done this.

When the king ordered the ‘igh Necromancer put to death, ‘is laboratory just up and walked away!
Lieutenant Andrews, 22nd Imperial Guard Division

I have found the Book of Remembrances in the royal library... a wellspring of knowledge directly from the mouths of great rulers and scholars of the past... my only wish is that I might discover a way to add my own knowledge to this work.
T'Arkia, Imperial High Mage

30 entertainers to make even the miserable forget their troubles and be happy again, if only for a short time before their sorrows close in again.

Ruminations on the role of Magic and Food.

I have lost everything which is dear to me... I am... Lacrimosa.

The Methranar
The remnent of a much older time, the Methranar, the Icerender, the Lurker, is a figure prominant in the Megamoth Hunter's legends.

"Is it just me, or is this cave moving?"
- Obin the Spelunker's last words

As Sir Uthman lay dying, after a long and not allways well-behaved life, his wife placed onto his finger a Ring of Heaven, to ensure that if his soul was indeed dammed, the demons could not take it and instead it would enjoy the blessings of it's own personal heaven for eternity.

An Elven made memory stone