To some, the chance to dream is an escape from the world into a land of pure fantasy, a place of limitless imagination where you can be as free as your heart’s desire. To others, dreams are portals into another universe, a harsh aetherial reality, where attacks can come at any moment, and you are left unprepared. To these people, dreams are like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded. One of these paranoid men was called the Iconoclast. He did all he could to shut his mind, and reality itself, from the aetherial plane he knew is preparing to overthrow the mortal plane. Imagination and dreams, he believed, were

There once was a criminally insane poet, who rhymed all his life as he knew it. They said his vocabulary was quite small, yet he cared none at all, for there was nothing he would do to prove it. It was a dark and stormy night, when a devil gave him quite a fright. The devil said he would do well, if his soul the poet would sell, then his words would shine with dazzling light. His name spread far and wide, through all the lands and across the tides. Yet his end did draw near, and of his soul he did fear, for to the devil he would have to

If we are created in the image of the divine, then what does that say about our creations? For as long as man has had the will do to so, he has attempted to make a legacy to his will that will last forever, a creation in his own image. Every now and then, some madman succeeds in this vain quest. Whether through alchemy, technology, arcane rights, or devilish sorcery, the Golems that have been created have never had the intended effect that their masters have hoped for. Eventually, and inevitably, each and every single one has turned on his creator and run amok. Golems are obsessed with humanity, whether for

To be adored, revered and venerated is a wish many men have; and because of that ever-present wish among mankind, the faeries have manifested it into a material object. It is the craving for adoration made manifest and physical. This fey pendant is as beautiful as its wearer appears to others, yet it is also stylishly simplistic. It speaks of good taste and delicate sensibilities rather than gaudy extravagance and decadent depravity. It is a pendant fit equally for an empress as it is a high priest and an elected republican. As with all other things dredged up from the depths of a fey lake, the pendant carries a curse; but

There are many myths that surround the origin of the Chimaera. Some believe it to be the offspring of the mother of all monsters, a perfect example of all that is decrepit, disgusting and degenerate about the monsters that haunt this world. Others believe that this ornery beast was created by the gods to be the scourge of man; a punishment for our transgressions, and its hideous appearance is to put the fear of god into man. Yet, others believe the Chimaera was the opus magnum of an ancient alchemist, created to show his mastery over the forms of life. Its true origins may thus be in doubt, but everyone is