Well, this certainly looks like a K'tonian artifact but if you notice the grooves on the bottom, that means that this was actually made on a Jiyong potters wheel as an imitation of the K'tonian style of pottery. This is a replica, albeit a 700 year old, very good replica. I do happen to know a buyer who would be willing to pay you for it.

With the evil in the hearts of men...

The Shadow grows

Blood, biles black and yellow and phlegm, these are the four vital humours that govern our bodies. Understand them, and health is a simple matter.

St. Gray of Galen, Lectures

Volomain is a great wizard which has the rank of Master of the Bones.

Emma Verney is the black sheep of the rich and noble Verney family because of her strange liking of the Orc tribes of the wastelands.Such a liking may well have got her into deep trouble with the Orcs and her fellow humans alike.

The sun has set upon the Kingdoms of Men, may night have mercy on us...

Opening Quote of the Book of the Black Rose

Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.

Most Dragons live to accumulate wealth and crouch upon heaps of gold, content to slag troublesome heroes into cinders and distaining the company of men to absolute solitude. Vychan is not such a dragon.

The Magistrate has something of a reputation for Solomonic wisdom and the determining of past events. While the magistrate is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, his reputation stems from his assistant rather than his innate abilities. Grisus is that assistant.

History is full of interesting and exotic people who can help to populate your world. They can help illuminate the range of what people think is possible for your world (or you can consider them PCs run by players not in your game).

Fanboy turned expert, Toby is a unlikely contact, but one you want to have.

A blind mage with a liking for sound-based magics

Two cynical and witty old pentioners watching the world go by and commenting on it.

Dalme is one of the various travelling Tinkers plying their trade in the villages along the back roads. One can hear his cart from a arrow shot away, clanking and clinking, his wares: pans, pots, utensils, plow shares, cow bells, and other metal bits, banging against the side of his cart. The rest of his goods are kept inside his house cart (mugs, plates, fabric, ribbon, and other things) along with his anvil and fire bellows. He tells news, shares jokes, and does a bit of trading. He is everything a tinker is expected to be.... and unfortunately much more.

Life as a street urchin is a pathetic existence indeed - and Me'fiante has it worse than most. In a back-alley underworld filled with trickery and subversion, the ability to sense lies is often more of a curse than a blessing.

When one has missed the chance for adventure, one finds it very difficult to get along with one's heroic peers. Phineas Rowcome, the renowned Halfling scholar, nurses a deep jealousy for those whose lives are filled with excitement...

Dimble Stumpwater is this worlds last best hope for expedient library book returns

With her gray hair in a grandmotherly bun, and wont to wear grey dresses with lace and floral brocade, few would suspect the kindly Mistress of the bakery and part time apothecary of being a child of dark magic...

A pale comparison of a former man. Obviously someone who has a terrible past.

Do you know what this means? asked the healer, staring earnestly at the boy from beneath his bushy white eyebrows.

Xander shook his head, his lip trembling.

'No.'

The healer's felt a rush of sympathy for the child. he reminded him of Shalleah somehow. 13 years was such a young age to die.

'You have but three months left.' he said slowly and softly. Each word rang solitarily through the room, and though they were whispered they had more impact then anything the young boy had ever heard before.