Scientific disciple of magical art - depends how you look at it really
A pleasant little grove with an unusual resident
Warriors or bandits, terrorists or freedom fighters - depends on your point of view really
After a long day on the road, what could be more inviting than a hot meal and mug of ale - just don’t criticise the cook
A blind mage with a liking for sound-based magics
Need some extra muscle, Ugg might be your man - if you don’t mind having to explain EVERYTHING to him
A dangerous beast is loose in the forest.
Does the circus have anything to do with it, and if so can they help catch it?
More to the point, will they admit it?
Folk magic is more of a magical tradition than a school of scholarly research being as old as the hills, some say as old as time itself. It is as deeply ingrained to the psyche of the country folk as the changing of the seasons and has been passed down from father to son and mother to daughter for countless generations.
Looking for a charm to ward off evil spirits or the claw of a marsh dragon?
Need some willow bark for your headaches or a potion to cure a lack of virility?
Got a weird looking ring and you don’t know what it is?
Dural could be your man.
Why go to all trouble of applying makeup, when a few simply cantrips can produce much better results in a fraction of the time?
Defenceless villagers, highway bandits, and primitive tribesmen. But who has the magic crystals a young shaman needs? And how do you get hold of them?
Nothing comes from nothing, or so they say.
So how do you power those "always on" items?
A magical beacon designed to attract minor spirits to the mundane plane
An ancient ruin, a pair of boastful teenagers, and a bunch of indifferent gargoyles - but who let the demonic spirit out
This cute little girl may not be quite what she appears.
Some legends are history, some are mere stories, and some have a basis in fact. This may not be quite what it seems.
When magic is the stuff from which the world is made no man can afford to ignore it. For those who are unable, or unwilling, to undertake the rigorous study required to master the arcane arts the power of magic may still by available - for a price.
How does a failed wizard and inept alchemist gain fame and fortune?
Political ambition, religious confusion, ancient artefacts, and a mad ghost.
A long forgotten atrocity and crime left unsolved.
At what point does the quest for justice become a desire for revenge?
And when does revenge become another atrocity?
"Many strange things may be seen in the Great Swamps, not all real. But I tell you, there was a ship and it was real! Well it was old and all sails torn and had many holes in the hull... but anyway it was hundreds of miles from the Sea! How it came to be there, I can only wonder..."
(If it is not a hallucination, may be inhabited by wererats.)