On the 6th world, there are a few lands with no dragon-lord to guard them. These lands are called the lost lands and the land and the people within face hard times every day, and winter is no easier...

Lancid is. Lancid does. Lancid cares not.

A metal found deep in the bowels of the earth. It stays warm even after years away from the forge.

Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.

This rod was created by the great mage Nani. She died before the final incantation was finished and so the rod lacks much of its intended power...

She's a were hybrid (hybred?) Her mother is fox were her father is wolf were. She's a healer, but also a warrior. She does not like to fight, but will if she has to. And she will to defend what she thinks is right. She is skilled in everything else needed to survive in the wilderness. Such as tracking, hunting, etc. She is always accompanied by her spirit guide, SkyStar, a large male wolf. They can speak telepathically to one another. And they also share a common language, wolf.

Using the three simple spells enchanted into this dagger,a clever player can acomplish great things.

You awake in a strange city, with no knowledge of how you got there, only to find that you are not the only one with amnesia

'Ever in my hand, lies the Blade of the Mad. It's straight, simple craft is so alluring to me... It drives me to evil, but I love what it does. For the first blood the blade tasted was that of a human.'

A particularly volatile element, Imuricum is found in Adamantite covered by Red Mui'aan Fungus. Only the greatest of alchemists dare attempt extracting Raw Imuricum; only the most foolish metallurgists mix it with inferior materials, and only the bravest blacksmiths will create weapons from this rare and dangerous metal.

'Across my back rests the Scorpion's Tail; a long, narrow, scythe-like thorn forged of Bronzed Imuricum, tempered with the blood of the Dragonkind, those ancient scourges of man, and sharpened against scale and talon alike.'

Torn from the heart of the Earth, this axe is a potent weapon against the forces of Nature.

And behold the fabled mists of the necromatic sorceror, E'grole. Fifteen square miles do they span, the unnaturally thick, eerie fog instilling a sense of dread in even the most hardy of adventurers.

In life, the mage E'grole was feared and respected - as most magi are - Unfortunately, E'grole could not accept death as bieng the 'period' of the book of life, so he decided to write a sequel.

An impious old mariner feels the lure of wanderlust. He leaves his family and home, but have the gods forgiven his blasphemy?

If you follow the wide well traveled mountain road, you eventually find your way to Skyway. Nestled among the clouds, perched upon the mountain side, this tiny town is the key to many puzzles.

The blackboard of the middle ages

A natural stone with a hole in the center and gift from the earth to the lucky finder.

A totally throw away .. cannon fodder ..shove it in the mouth of the monster and run for it type of character. Useful though for 'taken with a pound of salt' information and running small unsavory errands.

A world reknown jester was no fool when his mis-applied one of his amusing spells to create a unique way to carry his loot.