The lost story of the pommel stones.

There are three ways to live. And living them well, living them with purpose, allows you to die easy.

A guide for other users to better understand my voting criteria and what my votes mean.

When a wizard named Mendalus develops a spell that summons an obedient woman named Catherine--exactly like any other summoning spell--it creates chaos in the wizard-metropolis of Meltheria, as many interested parties struggle to understand the nature (and legality) of the Catherine spell, while vast fortunes hang in the balance.

Protection in the Cosmic Era

The biggest reason that Amerikka Command survives to plague the Atlantic Federation, the only reason the ACPS hasn't destroyed the Python Pirate Syndicate, is their mastery and sharing of shroud technology.

A foundation 'Secret' of the Cosmic Era

The commericaly available firearms of the Cosmic Era

Author: K.Wordsmith
The cover depicts a stylized rose with one drop of blood dripping from one of its thorns.

(But is there more than meets the eye with this book, of bloody course there is!)

Herein lies the histories of Warpriest Lazarus, righteous fist of Tridoa. Lord Lightward the Lunar Hammer.

Herein lies the birth of Lazarus Lightward the Hellpriest; Trickster of Devils and Master of the Bloodied Moon.

When we learned of these majestic creatures, what else could we do? Such potential!

Those sissy boys in the army, they gotta have their 'bots and guns, shiny vehicles and iron suits. Me, I don't need none of that. I've got everything I need on me.

Cagle, Claremont Class Biomod Mercenary

These are items of great interest to the Players Cult, and show a few potential ways to bring them into a larger campaign.

The First three are of particular interest to one guild over the others, while the final two are vitally important to the Cult as a whole.

A mythical tale in wide circulation within the Dragon Empire about the Dragon, one of the First, and its Nine Off-springs

A haunting remnant of the infernal realm, caught and exiled to suffer for eternity in the swamps of the mortal plane. Now it toys with mortals; luring them from their paths into it's light. Once in the boundaries of it's aura, the FlickerWikk will feed.

A Remake of the Will'o'the'Wisp/Jack'o'Lantern

'Many hungry people in these parts and the roads are dangerous. So you have a choice, you can give us most of your provisions to feed the starving, or all your silver to pass safely. The choice is yours, wanderer.'

For those who enjoy comfort and discretion, and don't mind paying a few extra coins

during their stay in Ak-Var.

This great square lies a few feet below the level of the surrounding streets. A place of where emotions run high; a place of both awe, and despair.

Atop a nearby rise the infuriated priestess stood, taking in the unfolding scene in the

valley below. How dare these metallic, roaring, foreigners loot their temples. She offered

up a silent, vengeful prayer to her gods, may their wrath befall these intruders!

What used to BEE the crown of an old dwarven king has now BEEn made a portable BEE-hive.