It was quite the odd sight, clusters of people dressed like jesters, or prancing devil, or one group were in badly done Lyran dance costumes, all dancing, running about, making noise or music (well, the music was mostly noise), all on the day after the New Year's Birth. It is quite sobering. I should know. I was there staring out at it from my inn window. I soon got dressed, moved myself slowly downstairs, and made "sophisticated and urbane sounding inquires" (which were neither thanks to the amount of mead the previous night) of the Inn Keeper. He who told me all about this mad tradition of his city's while I had bread and beer for breakfast. Baldius and the Trader's Way Blue Press 1524

Come one, come all to the greatest show in the world!

I know. I know. It sounds crazy. But look at it! Look at what it is doing. The lightning strikes! Three times right on top of us. The hail. It just struck our car. The Wind hitting the house so hard. It is after us. It wants something. And, if we can figure out what it wants, I say we give it to ... it.

Meyurk is a Egoyo, a hermit with dangerous friends, and a mystic home..

Clock Tower of Elmwood - It appears ready to topple, but it has always appeared that way as far back as any living could remember.

With it's ability to electrocute you with a magical bolt from it's nose, mess with a Wandfish and you may well end up sleeping with the fishes.

Exotic birds for any game

Castle Strelock is well known from the crimson banners on the towers and the vines on it's walls, and from the rumours and tales of the beautiful damsel trapped within it.

From the shadows sneak thirty secret agents, on the trail of top secret infomation.

Suffering from an ancient curse, the Medusan race is slowly dying.

A harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.

A rundown shop of old joys, now just a wreck, with a little touch of mystery.

An equipment listing of items useful to mages and wizards, but not quite deserving full submissions of their own.

The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.

Lithe as a willow and just as flexible

Ever collecting books, knick-knacks, gewgaws and endless heaps of strange oddments and tidbits

A mayor (from the Latin mâior, meaning "greater") is a modern title used in many countries for the highest ranking officer in a municipal government. In some places The Mayor is the Chief Executive running the city. In others, they are a ceremonial official. No matter what they really are, mayors tend to reflect their cities, and their cities and city administrations tend to reflect them.

As the tree sprouted from his chest, and the roots anchored his body to the ground, he wished as he died that he had not eaten the golden apple.

It starts on the horizon, creeping over the land. The storm clouds are huge. They fill the sky. They are moving this way; relentless like the tide, faster than they have a right to. They are dark, so dark to be nearly purple. The rain begins to fall near you. You hear it hit the ground. It hits like bullets. The wind gusts; getting in between a person and their warmth. There is thunder that deafens you. It rolls forth like a stampede. The lightning brings the suns brightness for a moment, before plunging you back into the dark.

"What do you do now?"

The Wise Woman of a small family of the giant hill people known as the Volgotoi, Korara's particular gifts of illusion have allowed her a surprising degree of influence over the local Imperial outpost, helping spare her people the ravages of 'civilization'.