The Sneel are causing trouble again.
Not quite Science Fiction…
CodexSomeone wants Prince Philoj dead. Or?
Wherever the PCs have gone recently, they have heard the talk. The Doomsday Machine of Toothless Amalgam has stopped spitting out birdseed. The End is nigh.
Shadows gather…and linger.
The Age of Vog…The Unending Winter of Discontent, The Epoch of Smoke and Ash.
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!
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!
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In the chosen families, the son was always more dangerous than the father.