In tea is truth.

The twin goddesses of the Medusan race, Gethserath and Amarane.

You are the lovers rock
The rock that I cling to
You're the one
The one I swim to in a storm
Like a lovers rock

- Sade "Lovers Rock"

With no helm or hat, closer inspection reveals that part of his face has rotted away. "Give me orders!"

In the game of paranoia, the damage tables for falls lists heights up to ‘orbital'

A weapon for those in dire need, Corran’s glove holds a nasty surprise.

Pocket dimentions for Supers and Modern Horror. With some modification many are useable in other genres

The weapon of choice of the royal guards, the Danamax rapier is a symbol of an enduring dynasty.

The Bloody Bow (also known as the Bow of Blood) has a well... bloody past.

A human infused with animal qualities, Kotor only wants retribution for what he has become.

A mythic sword thats only power is legend.

What the... since when could it do THAT?

A young Kumbra seeking knowledge from humans and fulfilling the unlikely roll of protector of a trade route.

Buttons, how could you?

A necklace used to Create any Item.

Laerthra had done something that the other gods found unforgivable; she had taken the life of a Virgin princess of a theocracy dominant empire.

An article that debates the matters of childhood in fantasy RPG's in relation to the Player Characters.

It comes slowly, making it's
Way toward you, a look of
Hunger could be seen In its eyes...

It was quite the odd sight, clusters of people dressed like jesters, or prancing devil, or one group were in badly done Lyran dance costumes, all dancing, running about, making noise or music (well, the music was mostly noise), all on the day after the New Year's Birth. It is quite sobering. I should know. I was there staring out at it from my inn window. I soon got dressed, moved myself slowly downstairs, and made "sophisticated and urbane sounding inquires" (which were neither thanks to the amount of mead the previous night) of the Inn Keeper. He who told me all about this mad tradition of his city's while I had bread and beer for breakfast. Baldius and the Trader's Way Blue Press 1524

Come one, come all to the greatest show in the world!

I know. I know. It sounds crazy. But look at it! Look at what it is doing. The lightning strikes! Three times right on top of us. The hail. It just struck our car. The Wind hitting the house so hard. It is after us. It wants something. And, if we can figure out what it wants, I say we give it to ... it.