Nothing like a slug to clean up a mess...

In the forests around the Unseen Fortress, there are numerous dangerous trees. Here are a few of them...

'Wait, is that the same Damn tree we've been seeing all day?', Ured the strong demanded. 'No... Yes, yes it is.' stammered Fenstill the mage.
'Well, I'm sorry, but I'll have to kill you now...' said Ured, drawing his sword. 'I understand,' said the mage, wondering why he got into the magic business anyway...

With apologies to Monty Python...

From their home, the winds high above the desolate lands below, these giant winged creatures strike silently and sure.

In the realms, not all fortifications are walls of wood, stone and iron.

Sometimes, gentlemen, you must find yourself a location beyond the reach of the law. I'm sure you understand. Those dreadful precautions, the endless nagging, sometimes it's simpler to just do what you need to do.

You find yourself captured by Goblins. (We won't ask, we know it is embarassing.) Looking for your escape, you begin to watch the Goblins. Suprisingly, they are a fairly complex bunch.

Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins

Behold, for I am the form of Destruction

Inscription on the Virednith

The Ocadian Desert is a desolate place. The spirit of the land has been crushed, changing the region from a series of islands with evergreen forests and animals in a shallow sea, to one of the most inhospitable places on the Sphere.

'Don't be a Yak.' A common Ocadian saying.

The Black Bard of Nihilism

Thus do the spirits of the six elements take form beyond the norm of elementals of genre fantasy.

The grave robber grinned as he left the royal barrow, his pockets full of stolen gold, and dressed in a helmet and chainmail shirt stolen from the now naked, decomposing body of the king. The explosion that followed ten seconds after he stepped into the sunlight wiped the smile from his face and blew his body into pieces. Had he studied metallurgy, he would have known that the armour was made of pure Orthacarium and he would have left it alone, and escaped the barrow with his life.

Is it liberation or conquest? Humane thought or wanton deicide?
A malicious ploy to make the divine starve?

'Yarun slipped into the pit - his curses suddenly converted into screams of mortal agony. Looking down into the pit, all we saw was a mass of writhing serpents and frothing blood....'

Ancient Egypt, Land of the Pharaohs: What will you find among the eternal sands?

War has begun, and the troops have begun to move. Lying on the border between Esteov and the God's Spine Mountains, Kerrengen Keep secures the main source of fresh water for the capital of Esteov, Lake Kerrengen.

Once wielded by the priests of the Jackal God Uep-Hawet, their heirs will suffer no others to possess it...

'Their trumpets are also of a peculiar and barbaric kind which produce a harsh, reverberating sound suitable to the confusion of battle.'
from the memoirs of Diodorus Siculus,
Commander of the Legion XIX (retired)