Many who have landed upon this island's golden sands have never escaped alive, hence it's name.Only fools, it is said, will attempt to take the island's gold.

As the officer strides into the thick and oppresive pitch-black gloom of the jungle, he silently signals to his men to fan out in a classic Quarsooth battle-formation with a nervous hand-gesture. He is very tense, almost afraid. The soothing, omnipresent presence in his mind tells him that he has no reason to worry, assuring him that victory will belong to those noble warriors that carry the standard of the invincible race of Zor-Tanis.

But there is something else cutting through the easy promises offered by that pleasant, gently commanding entity in his mind, as if determined to seize all his attention and use it to torment his imagination until it begins to scream for mercy. This something he cannot define and put words to, but it makes his skin crawl nevertheless. Despite the heat of the jungle, his blazing gold body-armor had suddenly become a chill prison that raises uncomfortable goosebumps along his chest.

Woried muttering from the rear tell him that his men like him, are unsettled. Turning aound in irritation, he begins to hiss at them to remain silent, afraid of alerting the very band of murdering monstrosities they have finally tracked into this eerie wilderness. It would be a rather embarassing matter for their commander if the very quarry they had been relentlessly pursuing for the past week or so, were to suddenly turn around and massacre all of them.

Too late he feels a something slithering around his neck. Fearful that it might be a pyhton, he reackes for his massive ''fire-bow'', determined to incinerate the scaled menace before it can crush his larynx. But before his fingers even have a chance to close around the handle of the weapon hanging from his belt, another coil slithers out of the darkness and out of the darkness and pinions his arm, holding it in a painful crushing crip. As agony swamps him, he can vaguely hear a grim sound of cracking bones through the pain-filled haze that now holds him. His arm is being crushed. And then so quickly that his stunned mind has no time to register this new fact, there is no time left for more thought. The coil looped around his throat begins to squeeze, suffocating him. As the officer's head begins to swim in the final moments of his life, he finally gains an excellent look at the thing that is stealing his life.

It is not a snake, but a vine. As if in response to this discovery, a now terrifyingly familiar roar of bestial fury rings through the gloom of the jungle..

The sea is calm, the morning mists clear, the seagulls cry out, and land comes into view

The Drung, known as the Tribe of Starvation, savage warriors and uncompromising foes.

...and a little something extra for yourself

The undisputed head of the Trinity, and the story of Falhath's oldest folk hero.

Clad in a rainment of silver scale and chain armor, Ixia is the second member of the Trinity

The Axe has long been the symbol of Ozea, and the weapon of choice from the common footsoldier to the one time King.

Proof that some times truth is stranger than fiction. (Sometimes)

The Unique Life cycle of the Grex. A forest Decomposer.

Not all the beasts that threaten humans are large.There are those who despite watching out for dragons, bears, giant spiders and the like, have underestimated this downright nasty little ant and paid for it with their lives.

Resembling more a beetle than a seacraft...

Voz's bones! It's been a long time coming come in and welcome to Ozea me guest.

At the end of a long day it's always nice to run across an unexpected inn...

'From the desert I come to thee on a stallion shod with fire.'

The calcobrinian Hotblood. One of the Oldest and purest of all horse breeds. Also a foundation breed for all know types of light riding/racing horses. It is considered by many to be the single most beauitful of all the breeds as well. With it's refined head, dished profile, large expressive eyes, high spirits, and unique floating gait.

The Eye is known by a number of names: The Eye of Motoss, Eye of Argus, Night Eye of Day, Eye of 'Insert God', depending on the local legend. Motoss is the most common of names, based on the story of a man who could look into a box with a hole in the top and watch an entire land, its history unfolding before his eye.

ACL INC -Arthur & Clark Labs (NasdaqNM ACLU) is an electronics and computer technology developer that specializes in cutting edge hardware and specialty appliations. There are fifteen ACL sites around the country. The local one is in the architectually notable Water Column Building.

We all remember our first loves!...Thats right! I mean our first rpg characters of course. For many of us, it included a ratty piece of paper, a #2 pencil, and six sided die. Didnt need much more than that back then :D.

Got this idea while reminiscing with Scras. Just post your first character, a few lines to a paragraph, thats all I ask. In the words of Fiddler on the Roof, 'Those were the days my friends.'

Creator of the Black Book, the primogen tome of necromancy, few names are as feared or reviled as that of Mastere.

Queen Amber of Vallermoore was distressed by the number of amputations that were nescessary to deal with the crimewave after she came to power. So she ordered her wizards to come up with something to make amputation reversable, whilst retaining some value as a punishment.And so the Avenger was made.

Yet another cloak of shadows...