Like magic Methnik's sword passed through that of his foes....All too late, the blade was at his neck, it burnt, stinging like acid, it slivered through skin and muscle. Methnik crumpled to his knees, then to the floor, his eyes greyed over and he heard faint words, maybe those of his foe? 'Your last lesson in this life. Your teacher? A Serivemn'

An article for GM's and players alike upon the matter of the family and friends of the players.

A Vampire hunter.

The Lord of Agony, He of Corpulent Pain

Poor little Kankos..

Spat upon by his tyrannical superiors, this pathetic little office menial slaved away like a mule for the miserable pittance thrown to him..

Until he met the one that lurked in the shadows..

30 Assassins, both great and pathetic. - Die, by our hands...

A powerful, maritime people, brought down by the foulest Necromancy.

This blade is one of the fabled Fatal Swords of antiquity, the metal of the blade folded one-million times.

A vast, intricate complex of kilns and forges where the low-grade ore from the Thunderhead mines are turned into steel of unsurpassed quality. What are the secrets of the Acibus Foundry?

New Takes on Classic Magic Items

This is where the citadellians share and collect our tales of playtesting each others submissions.

Alia exclaims, "What a gruesome sight!" and points to a brook filled with gravestones - some still upright while others are knocked over.

When dealing with nobility and court settings, players can sometimes skip the roleplay aspect and jump straight to behavior such as, "I bow, greet all in the court, and ask the duke for his assistance." While in most scenarios this type of action is sufficient, taking it a step further can enhance gameplay (or maybe even manipulate a plotline).

Also known as Vampires.

A gigantic, warped edifice, towering over the dark, soot-stained Witherdowns, where human corpses are turned into Deaders.

The industrial district of Locastus, where huge, cathedral-like factories rise over the low brick houses, and tall ivy-choked chimneys spew out black smoke, day and night.

The heroes storm the Temple of R’gu, the God From The Stars, to steal the Ruby of the Winged Master

Not every wolf can be tamed, and in time, the feral are certain to bite the hands that feed him. But what punishment can be leveled upon the wolf? Should he be cast out into the wilds, knowing even better now the habits of shepard and sheep? And should he be slain, what should become of his fur and fang?

How much worse can be a man than a wolf?

Within this ancient tome are 30 companion spirits for wizards and their ilk.

A sweet old Herbalist with a secret, how old is he really?