Some field notes on Trolls, courtesy of T.H.I.S.
A short tale about a shovel, a spade, and two trowels
From the same school of thought as, "Hey GM, which book did I just randomly pull from the shelf of the wizards' library?" No plot hooks here, just flavor additions.
Lizard-bulls and Bull-lizards; a quick comparison for all those who still don’t get it.
Six gruesome blades forged from dwarven blood in the pits of ancient bol-Pakash. Six knives the dwarves wish never existed.
side-quest-ish and open-ended to be sure.
Pavise: a full-body concave shield used to by medieval archers as defensive walls while reloading.
Pavisade: archaic term. a row of shields hung on the side of a ship to protect it at war and discourage boarding by enemies
Pets mind you. Not exotic monster companions. No saddled dire-boars to be found here. No purple worm caravans.
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Madmen, Riddles, and Worms
A recently re-discovered odd treatise
Somewhere in the endless deserts of Iuhai, Daazan the Iron Gate and Utheleii the lovelorn Earth Elemental wait for time to end.
The Road to the Hundred Angels
Viva la Musca!
30+ slightly-off or downright demented flies for your campaign.
Inspired by # 16 on Cheka's 30 Lizard-man Gifts in-work and Coley's Chart of O' Bashing Death. A gift from the lizard-men. A pet crocodile, as loyal as a dog.
Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.
In the chosen families, the son was always more dangerous than the father.
Spools, disks, plugs, and other giant ear ornaments of a bygone age.
...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!
The City of Bells, home of Bornegault’s Tongue.
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all."
"What is it?" you ask, breathlessly.
"It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak..."