Some say you can't keep a good undead down. They've obviously not come face to foot with these boots.

These are the Gods of Food and Eating! Beware their culinary prowess and tremble before the might of their cookery! These are... More Placeholder Gods!

"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.

It is the tortured and imperfect souls who most often cannot find a clear path to the afterlife. Weighted down by sins unforgiven, sins for whose forgiveness they never ask, sins they never regretted.
To be added to Remaking Undead when finished

The Magnetic Bolas can be thrown at an enemy's melee weapon to hinder its effeciancy, making it harder to swing, and causing it to miss more often.

The smallest of the Kel’Regar combat vessels, the Parasite-Fighter is an impossibly agile and quick fighter craft, though it lacks the damage output and staying power of more conventional vessels.

This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something...

The Wands were created by the Aldruku as a weapon to finally destroy their Nyorian enemies.

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms, greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind

Pismir the Miser

Kor’na’Nath is the man who has done what, in ancient times, was considered impossible. He has united the men of the Kel’Regar, to provide a skeleton by which they may survive the world outside Regar.

Dusk Cheese is a naturally occuring lubricant and potent alchemical ingredient.

A war of ambition threatens the unseelie houses of Thiran Nar.

Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.

You can't tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on 'em and then it's pretty obvious.

PVT. Quinn, memoirs

Now was to be the Third such invasion, and who knows who would be writing the records....

The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it's on you and then it's two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead

PVT Thomas Quinn.

The high ambassador of the Kel’Regar to the Earthling federation, the unearthly Ku’ar’Riss is a terrifying creature to behold, her desires as dark and alien as her skin.

Even the sinister Aelfen lords of the Unseleigh Court knew to fear the eldritch vengeance of the Horned Lord.

Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.

The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.