The hungry great white shark closed in on the seal, wanting it’s supper, but the seal dived out of reach of the snapping jaws and then showed it’s true nature, as a hunter and killer of sharks.
The Admiral was not expecting it when one of the officers that he was expecting to see thrust his hand against his forehead. At once he fell, knocked out, upon his desk. The hand thst touched him was not a human hand but a Hand of Ma-O, and the officers were disguised Children of Ma-O, who dressed him in a captain’s uniform and walked him out between them, telling the sailors at the gate that he was drunk and that they would prefer it that the secret was kept from his fellow officers.
Spennymore’s Skating Boots look normal to the untrained eye. It is difficult to mentally connect them to the legends that cling to them, of those who would attack the wearer suddenly ending up head over heels.
The Ogre charged at the small goblin and ran out after it only to find the dried crust cracking under it’s feet, plunging it into the ooze. It roared with rage, but the more it tried to escape, the deeper it sank. "Welcome to my homeland," said the gopblin with an grin on it’s face. "You were a fool to chase me in here, and now I’ve got you right where I want you…"
The muggers cornered the little goblin against the wall, when with a hissing noise he suddenly grew to double his size. Muscles bulged out from his body and they lokked at each other, then turned and ran. The Sproggan watched them go and grinned at the thought of how well he had fooled them, and when they were gone he deflated back to his normal size and went on his way.
The thief looked around to make sure noone was near and then grabbed a golden jewel-studded chalice. At once two bronze effigies sat up on the tombs they lay on, their ruby-red eyes snapped upon and they spoke in a metalic voice which echoed through the nave. "Put that back and leave this holy place, or face death for your act of sacriliege."
The adventurer picked up the hilt, wondered where the blade was, and turned the handle with the hilt pointing towards his face. His screams of pain as the blade of steam cooked his face could be heard a long way away. He had just learned the hard way not to mishandle a Company Steamsword.
The Suit of Purity appears to be one designed for the heroic, but it masks it’s true villanous nature. Anyone who wears it for long is bound to be slowly twisted to the Dark Side.
The Maelstrom is greatly feared by those who have to face it in combat, as they know that they could soon be destined for Davy Jones’s Locker…
"Since I was issued with this rifle, it’s saved my life on more then one occasion. It’s the best weapon that I’ve ever been issued with." John Volkov, a private in the army of the De Madden Company.
"The time I spent in East Point was almost as hard as time in a military prison would be," said the Colonel to his junior officers, " but I am pleased that I went there as it made me who I am today.
"Things were better in the old days," said the mage, "when you could watch the beautiful spellbook soaring on the air currants high above the geysers, and it would come to you to be fed. But they drove it into hiding, they did."
Many knightly orders play lip service to women, but few take it seriously, and even fewer would allow women to join their order and ride in the ranks with them as equals. Yet the Knights of the Lady, it seems, truly do think of women as equals and have done this.
30 entertainers to make even the miserable forget their troubles and be happy again, if only for a short time before their sorrows close in again.
As Sir Uthman lay dying, after a long and not allways well-behaved life, his wife placed onto his finger a Ring of Heaven, to ensure that if his soul was indeed dammed, the demons could not take it and instead it would enjoy the blessings of it’s own personal heaven for eternity.
It is said of the mighty Banhammer that it will send those who it hits, body and soul, to the depths of Hell. The truth, however, is rather more prosaic…
As the paladin stripped what he could find from the foe that he had just killed, he did not know that the band of jade that he stripped from the body would do a warrior of Good like him not good at all and would weaken him just when he most needed his strength to fight evil.
Andrew Wells is a reluctant outlaw, and this former royal singer has become one of the most unlikely members that ever joined an outlaw band.
The warrior flung himself to one side as a huge toothy head leapt out of the pool in front of him, gnashed at him and then withdrew "What is that thing?"
"A Giant River Wyrm, and it’s a good thing that they sicken so quickly, or you would have been wyrm food."
Unkown to anybody but a handful of people, this pretender has taken over a superpower and is leading it into a disastrous war to serve the interests of his foul god, Ma-O, the Great Demon of the Ocean
On route from Geli to Nekrass the characters meet a peasant boy on the road. He's wandering in the direction from which they've just come. If this seems a little bit incongruous, they may wish to ask him a few questions. He's perfectly willing to talk: he's called Lamish and he's run away because he knows he is the heir to the throne of Geli and his parents didn't believe him. How far is his home? About five weeks walk from here. How much has he eaten? Nothing. Has he drunk? Only from the filthy roadside ditches. In short, it's a wonder he is still alive. And yet he seems perfectly healthy.
Is he a thief, waiting for travellers to trick? Is he lying because there's something more sinister under all of this? Is he telling the truth? And anyway, what should the characters do? Do you take him to Geli? Do you try to find his parents? Or leave him to make his own way?