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...

"O Victorious Maul, send down your fury!
O Hammer of Justice, bring Dalraaen's law!
O Weapon of Righteousness, cast out the unlawful!"
- Magistrate Archivinus Kelstori, Ode to the Gavel

With the patronage of Dalraaen, this heavenly mace is the focus of the Magisterium's strongest order. Its darker roots, however, are hidden even to its wielders, and its very existance threatens the world.

Another year, another set of tips.

The famed Sigil Swords were a great help to the naval forces of those who served Big Red, and their magic would only serve their owners, much to the anger of the Admirals of the De Madden Company.

The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers...

Alive with emotion -
Constantly in motion -
With inner voice, 'hind innocent face -
a cunning mind -
Metal fairies in the depths of space?

Most weapons of legend are made in the days of legend; Nightfall is an exception, birthed in violence and vengeance.

Sometimes, you just need to stash something away - some spare cash, a holdout weapon, your gender...

Most magical weapons look magical and stand out, Excaliver, Grond and a host of others. This one appears to be a common scythe, but is anything but ordinary.

The corrupted god of war, felled by the lost god of vengeance to his present pitiable state.

The smoke-breathing gnomes of the Thunderheads