The story of an old gnome who makes an exceptional living off of designing and building unique strongholds.
Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.
A sampling of 30 gods, separated into pantheons.
Hailing from the giant swamp planet of Acadia, the Leech Lords rule with a mighty will. And slimy green tentacles.
An item revered by the Serenia and reviled by the Fasceti.
The world was ripped apart in a great cataclysm 3,000 years ago. This is a Codex of the pocket realms created by that great sundering.
Nightmares upon the battlefield. Once thought defeated, rumors of their return have begun to spread.
Three cities that come and go, yet never see the shining sun.
A Five Room Dungeon about finding the Imperial city of The Lost Empire.
The Imperial city has been sucked into hell and the rest of the world has been ripped apart. And tying it all together is the Crystal Tower. The Tower lives in all realms, a needle piercing the fabric of each reality and threading them all together.
Inspired by #35 from 30 Benefits to owning a pet crocodile.
Because somebody had to.
How much hatred does it take to buy revenge?
His faithful will devour the world
Its old and battered exterior hides a subtle, and finicky, magic.
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"