Many magic staffs shoot rays of disintegrating acoustics or summon laser elementals. The Staff of Seryl gets you pregnant.

Unless you are a dude, of course.

How a disgruntled con man managed to kill hundreds, become a saint among death cults, and create plagues of monsters. All by writing a pamphlet.

Veglins are fungus-goblin hybrids with a unique life cycle, all of whom are inflicted with inescapable racial dreams. Their biology and psychology are product's of an ancient, evil wizard's plan to get someone else to build his hideouts for him.

One day nothing, two weeks later they had a pre-con base deployed and instead of a stagnant zone we had a category three offensive breathing down our neck, damn the bastards who came up with that monstrosity, and our own bastards for not having any of our own!

I've seen a lot of things in my time lad, six legged mechs, tanks with arms, jets that turn into mechs, but I've never seen anything like that.

Never?

Never.

The sixth iteration of Micro-Arms founding invention, the MWP-6 is a compact anti-personnel weapon, designed for use in ship and station side environments, where failing to breach the hull is even more important than the destruction of the target.

The brave, the hateful, the good and the nasty-30 officers, for those who like to game in a military style.

Swimming with the Great Western Tide that sweeps towards Tarrod from the far west of the Ocean, the mighty and enigmatic Uuluun sing songs that speak of the unfathomable gods of the deep, and wrestle each other in seabed-shaking contests of strength and martial skill.

A city made of ice, in a chasm where sunlight is missing, that trades in one of the most unusual, but useful natural resources in the world.

Welcome to Jirix traveler. I hope you enjoy your very colorful stay.

A hulking testament to the authority, affluence, and capability of the Yerisian Regime

Summer riots are a fact of life in the Cities of The Peninsula. So are wild city dogs. Yet, this one seems different.

One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.

The whales of the deep are not to be trifled with, those who hunt them are as mad as those who think to slay dragons.

30 more limitations to the practise of magic, aka Why Everyone Cant be a Magic User

Vampiric panties? What a base a vulgar term, they are discretionary undergarments. Please, they are Braies of the Tides.

Forewords to the supplement I'm working on: Teleleli. Or, The City Never Dies; It Just Smells That Way.

A brief discussion of the prevailing level of technology in the city of Teleleli and the islands around.

The tripwire activated a trap of such ferocity that even the bravest man among us quavered.

Why are most people not users of magic? Why does magic not rule the whole world? Because...

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!