The wizard entered the inn, quietly activated his ring and the noise around him of chatting people, clinking glasses and munching of food fell silent. *Peace, perfect peace* thought the wizard.

Despite his great power, this mage desperately wishes that he was just average, so people would stop trying to plant axes in his back.

Great, mysterious chambers hidden deep in the earth beneath that enigmatic city of Stoneholt!

Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.

Therianthropes? Lycanthropes? Animorphs? Homo-Zoological-Hybrid-Sapiens? Manimals? Take your pick.

These mighty arcane stones came from humble origins, but there is nothing humble about their power once unleashed

They took the murderer of Cassie Davis to the chair at noon and the Warden pulled the lever. There was a loud crackle and a blue flash and the murderer's body shrank and changed into that of his young victim. There was total silence whilst Cassie's mother asked a question that only Cassie would have known.

When she answered it correctly there was a loud cheer as she was set free. Justice had been done and Cassie was not only legally avenged, but alive again, whilst her killer no longer existed in any form.

The hungry great white shark closed in on the seal, wanting it's supper, but the seal dived out of reach of the snapping jaws and then showed it's true nature, as a hunter and killer of sharks.

Fire is the purifier, let it cleanse the taint from the flesh of the mutant

Prelate Deacon Delhomme

No high school teens who turn out to be wonder-pilots here.

An incredible world of magic, adventure... And curry, for some reason.

The empty shrines of a god so old, all but his name is forgotten.

Located on a world near the heart of Kel’Regar space, Nath’ar’Selass’Resan is a world renowned amongst that kind for it’s beautiful art, high technology, and the absolute lack of things that can kill a woman in dignified fashion.

The Admiral was not expecting it when one of the officers that he was expecting to see thrust his hand against his forehead. At once he fell, knocked out, upon his desk. The hand thst touched him was not a human hand but a Hand of Ma-O, and the officers were disguised Children of Ma-O, who dressed him in a captain's uniform and walked him out between them, telling the sailors at the gate that he was drunk and that they would prefer it that the secret was kept from his fellow officers.

A completely average race, similar to humans, but with a few small differences.

Spennymore's Skating Boots look normal to the untrained eye. It is difficult to mentally connect them to the legends that cling to them, of those who would attack the wearer suddenly ending up head over heels.

"Wear this ring, My Student, and you will never perform another act of perversion and thus remain pure."

Famed for the dazzling beauty of their shimmering scales, the Yogran are fish that every nobleman or powerful merchant wants to stock his pond with.

topled down glory, and trod upon by time. Doth thy hollowed splender diminish? Nay, for Palisander, you grew bright in the imagination, always out of reach.

A legendary Artifact of the first brutal Ice Age.