An odd little cult dedicated to the care and feeding of their 'god', the Cabal of Omnomnom is slowly depleting the region of...

Have you ever been in a position where you needed a quick break but your players were too ancy to break as well?

One of the first prototypes of the Oraki, the red-headed Lilith remains one of the leaders of their race to this day.

The mainstay of heavy weapon squads of the twenty-seventh century, the PR-13 Plasma Rifle permits a man to become a maestro of destruction.

Space, and indeed, the outdoors in general, usually lack cover stout enough to stand up to heavy lasers and plasma weapons. This man portable unit is one designed solution to the rule.

A coward's ring, Spathi's Ring of Elusion allows the magi wearing it easy escape from battle, and a parting shot to be remembered by at the same time.

Forged and folded by the ancient and holy methods, Warprender and Weftcleaver have incorporated the very transformations that allow man to traverse the stars into their exotic blades.

These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.

Potions and other alchemical concoctions are often no more than funny-colored water in a bottle; what of the strange and unusual components used to craft these marvelous items?

Forged from the light of the first dawn, of the world, it remains radiant even now, long ages after...

Clarence was singing in harmony as his kind is wont to do. Their singing reinforced the 'song of existance'. It was a somewhat important job, even though only a handful were needed rather than the hundreds that did so. He and others near him noticed the pin prick discordence in the weave of melody that was the material realm. Those dark alien notes rose up. The Angel Mind touch the Divine and followed the new sub melody. Humans would call it a plan. Angels dove to the material realm and, of course, if any world was going to be causing problems, it had to be Earth. Oh well, at least Clarence would know his way around.

In addition to her general oddity, Myna seems to have issues with common sense.

An unsavoury character, yet immensely useful to know if you are in need of urgent medical attention, but want to avoid the eyes of the authorities....

The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy...

Sure you loot the area, but what about the creatures’ actual coffins that they were buried in?

Beware of food that isn't yours for the taking.

An attempt to improve the venerable elixir of haste, there remain a few... kinks to be worked out.

This seemingly normal stake is potentially a lot more then it seems. Few people however can unlock it's full powers, or would want to.

"The Dark One, he looks like anybody you see on the street. But when he grins, birds fall dead off high places. When he looks at you a certain way, your humors freeze and your urine burns. The grass yellows up and dies where he spits. He's always outside. He came out of time. He doesn't know himself. His names are legion as are his faces. He's afraid of us. He is always on the outside looking in; hating people who have good fellowship and good conversation and friends - things he can not have. We're inside. He knows magic. He can call the Night Beast and live in the shadows. He's the king of nowhere. But he's afraid of us. He's afraid of . . . inside." The Book of Cauldius, found in the Royal Archive 828 by Arthurus the Wise

The forest is too large for just one person to forage...