Flail
The weighted head of the flail hangs like a lodestone from the iron chain bound to the...
The weighted head of the flail hangs like a lodestone from the iron chain bound to the...
The birdfolk lies among a scattering of down and feathers shed during the...
A bladed head of gleaming obsidian crowns the blackened steel haft of this axe like a...
The behir’s final wracking shudders have forced its gullet to empty, expelling the...
In its death throes, the behir has disgorged a few mementos of its previous prey. A pile...
Under a ridge of granulated rot and bone which might have once been the lich’s arm lie...
The lich’s skeletal form has degraded beyond even undeath, leaving nothing but a pile...
Pale of skin and dark of intent, this vampiric knight stands with an aristocratic sneer....
From the stygian dark shuffles a witch, her soot-gray robes as dark as her soul. Clutched...
A disturbing armored figure emerges from the sickly glow emanating from the doorway...