“Like a great, green god he stalks the savannah!”
TOP SECRET! A Pickled Herring
Vog’s Children, the Lava-Oil Symbiotes
The Age of Vog…The Unending Winter of Discontent, The Epoch of Smoke and Ash.
Send in the clowns.
The sea is calm, the morning mists clear, the seagulls cry out, and land comes into view
We all remember our first loves!...Thats right! I mean our first rpg characters of course. For many of us, it included a ratty piece of paper, a #2 pencil, and six sided die. Didnt need much more than that back then :D.
Got this idea while reminiscing with Scras. Just post your first character, a few lines to a paragraph, thats all I ask. In the words of Fiddler on the Roof, “Those were the days my friends.”
The Whales Graveyard.
Come ye who HUNGER!
Everyone can think of a favorite song or two (or three) which can easily be translated into a fantasy rpg concept, be it an item, plot, location, or what have you. Just take the lyrics of your favorite real-life ditty, and go from there!
Powlgraff, The Fowl City.
What thieves convention can be complete without the ubiquitous Black Market! The specifics can obviously be as varied as one’s imagination. In fact, please consider this as the scroll it’s intended to be. The more stalls and booths the merrier!! Scras and I would like to see forty or so by next years convention. These are just twelve random ones we came up with. Some are quite standard, while others slightly more unorthodox. Maggot, your ‘thief bugs’ & their insidious proprietor go here.
Once a year, and each year in a different place, the wandering bazaar and social gala that is the Thieves Convention is held. Invitations Only!
"A-Wan, A-Wan, A-Wan". Awanggis is an unassuming place blessed with good clean water from a subterranean source.
Torture…pure and simple.
Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.
E’Scatonia’s demon-wrought strongbox held her favorite things.
Got a good joke to tell?
Yazzard hasn’t been the same since getting struck by lightning. Neither has his cloak.
Destroyer of Dynasties, Killer of Kings, Bane of Broods, Curse of the Ruling Elite!
It is rumoured that a sort of little people living deep in the green woods have magic acorns. If they throw and hit someone with by one of these acorns the victim will experience temporary madness for a small duration of time, making the babbling victim easy to capture of kill.