A Renaissance dawns. A School of Art emerges.
Shadows gather…and linger.
Featured creatures of the Swollen Shadow Codex.
“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.
A simple flag, faded by time and sun, tattered and worn by untold years flying from the pole of a bannerman, passing hands from officer to officer, from one generation to another. It is a humble symbol of great importance, and greater inspiration to those who see it. Soldiers become heros filled with espirit de corps, enemies loose their nerve and fire. It is not an enchanted item, but a powerful item still...