The great magics of the past have become the great cars of the present.
A strange mask containing a merciless demon, a parasite on those around it.
A sword containing the mind of a legendary general, and very picky who may wield it.
"Get me the sugar!" called Jack's wife. His heart skipped a beat as he stood before the cabinet. Holding his breath, he slowly opened it.... Dangit! A baby!
I know a guy who says he found a tower in the woods and saw a man fall out the window - straight up!
Did you ever wonder where the moon comes from?
That very special day when the people try to use up all of the most horrible deaths for the coming year.
So, Lord and Lady Brennan definitely must sit together, but not too close to either of the Fletchers. General Schneider will cause a scene if he gets stuck next to one of those "brownnosed royalists," but his wife will be upset if she isn't next to one of the king's confidantes. I think we'll have to do it this way....
A handful of tables for randomly generating a colorful history for castles and other fortresses.
Or, 30 Ways for Mad Science to go Delightfully Awry
"Mad you call me? Every great mind is mad, and I would see the whole world great...."
-the Miskatonian, to one of his more talkative captives
The Interstellar Highway of the Galaxy
A highly modular suit of power armor.
Because someone must come up with new ways to kill.
Fearsome horsemen from the plains, they raid, trade, and run.
Candles aren’t just for lighting, anymore.
He is the master of more than just the piemakers.
One of the Piemaster’s most devilish associates.
Because the Mind is a Muscle, too.
Sort of a collaborative effort to create a world for the Citadel.
Forsht Bligo is a dwarf who loves the taste of blood. He's become quite the connoisseur over the years. Pigs blood, sheeps blood, cow's blood, if it's red and warm, Forsht considers it a delicacy. The fresher and hotter the better. Forsht will often sneak up on cattle, prick them with his dagger, and catch the flowing blood in his orc-skull drinking cup. His life goal is to taste the blood of every living animal. Although he has not yet sampled humanoid blood, he is not averse to doing so if the right opportunity presents itself. He is not particularly unpleasant if approached and can be easily befriended. Its just that he simply can't get enough of the "Juice of Life", as he calls it. Forsht's troubles come in the form of frightened and angry villagers who have proclaimed the misunderstood dwarf a vampire. Since Forsht is amused by this, he does little to dissuade anyone. This will lead to some dicey situations for Forsht in the near future.