The descriptive nub

[Rob Lang]

[Onix]

One sentence is hard.

On Oriara, tribes live in groves of immense trees that keep back the Creep, vines that choke and kill everything they touch.

Not short, oh well.

[Chainsaw Aardvark]

Be wary of the Sons of Sharks - bloodthirsty half-naked elves with bolo knives and magic tattoos.

[Nicephorus]

These are from a setting I'm screwing around with.

The Quo Ess rely heavily on undead labor so that they can spend their time hunting for forbidden lore that will end their curse.

Everything in Glorianna flows from the undying virgin queen who fled from the Immortal Lands.

Not really native to the forest, the elves teleported there when half their island paradise dissolved from magic gone wrong.

Kroyne was built to be close to the treasures of the dead civilization on Foot Island without being awash in magical debris.

The Olud respect swords and cleverness, gaining the spirit of dead friends through cannibalism.

[Rob Lang]

Blackened from mine dust, the hunched Moere fear only the sun.

[kumakami]

fire-blackened, pus-ridden, and cannibalistic the nation of Crolf is a perfectly normal Ork land.

[J.K.Mosher]

Cathius; a beacon of tyranny and decadence.

[J.K.Mosher]

Bastion; a facade of civility amidst the clash of bronze and blood.

[Rob Lang]

These are brilliant. Here's another.

Washed by the sun, bleached with pride and duty; warriors all.

[Onix]

The people of the city were like a child separated from his mother in a grocery store.