The product of centuries of slow, careful, painstaking work, a testament to the Old Ways and the power of Thaumaturgy, the Cathedral of Light is known of across the whole of Kuramen.

The dead, imbued with the divine essence of magic, walk again, ever hungry for the missing spark of a living soul.

An arcane substance able to convert kinetic energy directly into matter.

Loathsome creatures born of magic gone hideously awry, the trolls of Kuramen are little more than ever-hungry masses of cancerous tissue.

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Unique among the sea monsters that infest the oceans of Acqua, this abomination is cursed with a hunger for power that can never be satisfied.

Though each drone possesses little intelligence of its own, together, they are the Kth'k'k'kt, who span the stars.

You can always recocognize a guardsman by his truncheon, tonburry hat, and pimple coat.

"Don't worry, I've fought necromancers before! Wait, what the..."

"The time I spent in East Point was almost as hard as time in a military prison would be," said the Colonel to his junior officers, " but I am pleased that I went there as it made me who I am today.

''I tell you, if you seek to cross the dunes of the great desert alone, you will never return. Vile fiends dwell there, evil monsters that delight in feasting upon the flesh of men. I fear that if you persist in your foolish quest, you like the others before you, will end your days as a feast for these foul denizens of the desert''.

Everytime you look at something in The City, there is something going on behind it. It is a moment caught in the tangles of time of some other persons life. It is those little moments that make The City seem so alive.

Stone peckers, foul-tempered beasts, better suited for cooking and mattresses than being allowed to breed

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

The forgotten realm

Ether, magical energy condensed into liquid form, is the fuel powering the magidustrial revolution on Ryngard.

"Things were better in the old days," said the mage, "when you could watch the beautiful spellbook soaring on the air currants high above the geysers, and it would come to you to be fed. But they drove it into hiding, they did."

Fluffy headed plant things with an equally fluffy headed personality

It was three years ago that I entered that strange door… and I have not found my way back home since then.

A cunning and vicious predator, prized for it's pelt and feared for it's poisonous bite

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

Feared throughout the southern seas, the Jurokang are a deadly menace to any that intrude into their domain.