"Brutal bugger, but he's handy to have around in a fight!"
"Kobolds have an empire? Since when?"
Picture the wildest rodeo you’ve ever seen. Now picture it half a mile above the earth.
Few things define a ship more than her guardian spirit.
Somewhere, in some reality, something is moving really really fast in that direction.
In theory, he could settle down. But because he’s such a nice guy, he won’t.
The wastes are cruel, and beneath the desolation they hide many secrets.
"Was it… just a dream?"
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
Baugl, lost in the darkness beneath Hydra keep. Would that he had stayed in the shadow.
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
"Looking at the clean shatter with surrounding structural damage, I’d say it was most likely a bass with mezzo-soprano backup, possibly accompanied by a skilled bassist."
Drachinacht, City of the Dragon King.
"It’s important to remember, when dealing with the clockfolk, that they only LOOK like toys."
Aetherball: the only sport with a PSI rating.
"Okay, so I can’t run. But look at me jump!"
"Don’t worry, I’ve fought necromancers before! Wait, what the…"
"Stay back! I’m a… a powerful wizard!"
In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic.
The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.