A gigantic insect, native to the arid badlands of northern Aquur, where fierce desert warriors roam the dunes, and the sand storms can flay a man to the bone in minutes.

The Broan, an enigmatic, amphibious species of unknown origin, that lives in the salt-water marshes to the east of Locastus.

A wonderous weapon bearing the power and grace of the elvish people...

Riders of the virtual waves, what is new in your world?

A magical, multi-dimensional crystal that damages all it touches, even reality.

The Obtort Ward is all that remains of what was once an ancient battlefield that was afterwards converted into a mass grave.

Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger

The Masque of Hunger

Perhaps one of the oldest of the humanoid races, the Pelamids are a sort of missing link between terrestrial humans and aquatic merfolk.

A collection of plot hooks for a game on the road, or more precisely, on the route.

30 Rings to rule them all...

Not all magic is pretty, or fair. Some is cold and exploitive. This is that kind of magic.

A quintessential seedy dive, catering to the lowest of the low, but harbouring a few nasty secrets

Cursed swords that bring bad fortune to whoever wields them. Or are they?

Predator, nightstalker, brother to beasts, call me a monster long enough brother and I very well might become one.

Jaurmes, Augrune woodcutter

Bringer of Oblivion, Reliever of Pain and Devourer of Souls - The Red Honey is the most popular narcoticum in Locastus, city of Mirrors

The giants of the Thunderheads

Mark woke up and groaned. His breastplate felt heavy on him. When he looked at his arms and legs he began to cry. His wonderful muscles, earned through excersise, running, fights and several quests, were gone, leaving him with no more muscle power then a young girl. He had heard the tales of the Muscle Flies but had not throught they were true until it was too late. He could move, but it would take a very long time to get his muscles back into good condition again.

The headquarters of the Whores´ Guild

The icy lands of Sagaris are cold and unforgiving, and the Frost Owl is a manifestation of the dangers of that frigid realm. Of all the fantastic beasts that roam the Sagarian tundra, the Frost Owl is the greatest threat to man.

The Walking Mountains of the lands of Eternal Ice