"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."
Aetherball: the only sport with a PSI rating.
"Don’t worry, I’ve fought necromancers before! Wait, what the…"
"RUN! HE’S DANCING THE MAMBO!"
-The last thoughts of an adventurer who crossed a Spelldancer.
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?