For three long days the violent storm had ravaged the town of Iolinas, and the townsfolk had begun to wonder if it would ever end. Strangely, towards the end of the third day, the rain stopped suddenly, though the winds still buffetted the town relentlessly; some townsfolk thought it was finally the break in the storm. Others thought it was a portent of worse things to come... These people were correct.

Death and horror await the unwary in the tropical forests of the Kwan-Zhanalin peninsula.

Devoted to the Goddess of War, Prince Yakaw is second to none in the crafting and use of swords mundane and magical.

This ancient text is the legacy of one of the greatest mages of all time, but using it can be quite a challenge!

Often the largest of the terrestrial predators, the bear is often overlooked in favor of more flashy and glamourous monsters.

Of creatures great and small

Satrya returns to her homeland, to the elves dismay.

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

Behold, the Mountain of the Snow Bunnies!

Thus begins, a war, between kingdom and kingdom, between brother and brother, between generation and generation...

Those who wear this item are usually laughed at and scorned for its appearance at first. It looks odd adorning the head of any warrior as it always seems a little too small and its thin strap that secures it in place seems far to fragile and loose to keep it in place when worn in a melee. However, when the wake of its powers catches up to those who scorn, their attitudes and lives change abruptly. The knowledge about this helm is vague but throughout history, events of a chaotic nature seem to follow in the path of this item, sowing the seeds of disorder and discord. However it is when all four of these set items are found and placed together, does true havoc reign.

Pie Jesu Domine *thwack*, dona eis requiem *thwack*...

‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’

Marv, the Brigand

These foul-tempered brutes are seldom encountered away from their native jungles, and a good thing that is!

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

Vagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.

"When travelling between the Hanaset towns of Setahal and Timuhal I noted a strong odor of rotting plants emanating from our trusty Hanaset guide Sehetuma. Now, the Hanaset are a festidious people and I was somewhat suprised by this. However, I kept my own consul, seeking not to offend.

"

From the Book, The Southern Reaches - of Savages and Silver, a travel log by Admiral (ret.) Saveth, noted Naturalist.
'One of the most interesting discoveries we made during our visit with the Hanaset was the odd looking, but very useful beast they called the Ralu. '

A gleaming blade of translucent flint, crafted to defend the ancient Hunting People tribe.

Be it salt, wheat, silk or gold, money is money lad.