They march, march forever. Eerie chanting fill the air. Death Cometh.

The landscape is a product of nature's own processes and humanoid activities troughout centuries or millenia.
How can we capture this in our stories, and deliver vivid and semi authentic descriptions?

In the vast oceans of the world is a being that strikes terror in the heart of every sailor, the Angthang. Incontestably the largest Sea monster in the world

Gredil the Leech was the best healer in Szridhar, but no-one went to him with minor ailments. All of his cures were disgusting, and usually involved some type of bizarre creature. Take for example the Spirit Leech.

An assortment of cures scattered to all ends of Strolen's domain!

A close-quarter combat weapon common in the Locastrian armed forces.

The Moon´s little alchemists

The traditional weapon worn by members of the Maul Rats Regiment.

A foreigner is being chased through the streets of the town by a mob with murder in their hearts.

The adventurers are approached in some public yet semi-private place by a lean dwarf, wearing a colorful cape with black feathers rim wrapped tightly around him. What will come of this?

The various creatures that serve the Bloated Moon.

He is the master of more than just the piemakers.

The slums of Locastus

Who ya gonna call when the flames are burning?

A foreign ship drifts into the harbor.

Two local merchants were found dead last night, both seemingly poisoned. Everebody is clueless as to what happened. Will the Heroes uncover the truth?

An item to increase the comfort of the dreaded Cold Camp.

- First encountered during the Green War, leading to the loss of Castle Marcharin at the culmination of the Druid's Seige

30 villages ready at the disposal of the Gamemaster.

The cultural nexus of Locastus and the final resting place of its founders