Within these Towers reside some of the most feared sorcerers ever to have blighted the lands of men.

In the strangest parts of The Ocean, the Lojcreltians are born. Beings of weirdness and cosmic balance so profound they can alter reality.

A very brief look at some minor Elemental familiars.

The Rock of Gibraltar, once a stalwart of British power, the gate to the Mediterranean, now is a fortress for the Eurasian Alliance. It's fair teeming with neo-Soviets and submarines.

The Pig King, the great tyrant, the King who's hunger cannot be sated.

From time to time, one of the All can be divided from the One and All mind. This is a traumatic event, and it is rare that the severed member of the All survives, let alone becomes a solitary One. But from time to time, it can occur. Seeking succor from the desperate silence in its mind, the One Beneath The Waves has sunken himself beneath the oceans of Shamash II, and there it lies, seeking fruitlessly to soothe its injuries.

And for the cowards it was decreed, to serve unflinchingly for their God.

A subterranean prison complex, meant to incarcerate those who need to be removed from society.

A blue green jewel, Beta Delphini II, home of the turtle like Chelonians. The world is old, and bears many scars, the craters from orbital bombardment and high power explosions, rings of dust and debris that were once starships, habitats, and fighter craft. But the world below remains tranquil, its wounds covered with blue seas and green forests.

They will serve up the Light to appease their dark gods.

A realm of unending darkness, pitch blackness, where even light refuses to shine.

The Shay-Keded, or “Sand-Slaughter” is a magical kopesh hailing from the forgotten deserts of Nehekhara. The blade steals the life-force of its victims into potent magical energy for its wielder. However, it holds a great curse that backlashes the wielder if the magical energy absorbed by the blade is not spent…

So you want to rub a lamp, do you? Here are many mighty Genies, beings of great magic who might turn out to be your greatest boon or your greatest bane.

30 squirming maggots, worming their way through dead and decaying flesh.

They should have spoken up sooner and saved poor Harold from certain embarrassment.

Bob and Alice are being chased by something/someone dangerous. They move into a new area, and the pursuit suddenly is nowhere to be found. What does the pursuer know that our heroes don't?

A curious man with no past or desire beyond that of his art.

One thing holds consistent across the numerous worlds of science fiction and fantasy: everyone speaks the same language. Whether it's Lojban, English, Common, or the High Tongue of the Autumn Empire; there's one language that everyone knows, unless plot demands otherwise.

The story of an old gnome who makes an exceptional living off of designing and building unique strongholds.

Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.