Sometimes an eruption in Shiv produces something more dangerous than a mere river of molten rock.

The foolish try to leap through the unlit spaces. The arrogant believe the fires harmless. The wise find a different door.

Ghouls are often found skulking on the fringes of great battles, showing themselves only to snatch the wounded and weak, dragging their victims screaming into the shadows.

“Listen to the roar! Feel the thunder! The Immersturm shouts its approval with every bolt of lightning!”

“If that is what you seek, try looking in craters.”
—Fodrus, mastersmith

“Don’t blame me. You’re the one walking around with skin.”
—Zul Ashur, lich lord

Jevna Nor lugged it around, bragging of his triumph over the wurm. Luckily, the tavern regulars didn’t notice it was only a baby tooth.

“Removing the encumbrance of useless brain tissue grants several advantages: a slight increase in mobility, a response of revulsion and horror from the enemy, and, in the case of large specimens, room for passengers.”
—Zul Ashur, lich lord

The nomads’ funeral pyres are more practical than ceremonial.