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  • Glass. Brass. Coal. Steam. Over and over. Day after day. This is all Doctor Fausset saw. That, and beauty. Every morning he awoke to perfect beauty. Every day he worked...

    The Tragic Tale of Doctor Fausset, by O.M. Grey

    Glass. Brass. Coal. Steam. Over and over. Day after day. This is all Doctor Fausset saw. That, and beauty. Every morning he awoke to perfect beauty. Every day he worked...

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  • Edited by Cassey Toi The begining Treasures once filled even the beggar’s satchels, the towers of the least nobles reaching heights of a hundred feet or more, a red light...

    City of Spires

    Edited by Cassey Toi The begining Treasures once filled even the beggar’s satchels, the towers of the least nobles reaching heights of a hundred feet or more, a red light...

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  • Edited by Jonathan Jacobs Ethos When creating Shayakand, a lot of thought went into how different the humans and other humanoid races are from traditionally European-based fantasy settings. Amongst those...

    Devdanchar – A Shayakand Villain

    Edited by Jonathan Jacobs Ethos When creating Shayakand, a lot of thought went into how different the humans and other humanoid races are from traditionally European-based fantasy settings. Amongst those...

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  • The overstuffed leather office chair protested loudly on its wheels beneath Laok’s weight. In their natural form, imps were rather light creatures – most being under three feet tall and composed primarily of hot gas and loosely concentrated nightmares – but it was no secret that Laok was immoderately obsessed with his “bargaining form,” Mr. Ambrose.

“Besides,” Laok had argued on several occasions, “to sit in a chair properly, one must shed unnecessary shoulder baggage. Wings make the entire experience of relaxing substantially more difficult.”

    A Day with Mr. Ambrose, by Stephen Dewey

    The overstuffed leather office chair protested loudly on its wheels beneath Laok’s weight. In their natural form, imps were rather light creatures – most being under three feet tall and composed primarily of hot gas and loosely concentrated nightmares – but it was no secret that Laok was immoderately obsessed with his “bargaining form,” Mr. Ambrose. “Besides,” Laok had argued on several occasions, “to sit in a chair properly, one must shed unnecessary shoulder baggage. Wings make the entire experience of relaxing substantially more difficult.”

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