"Where do I live? A simple question that doesn’t have a simple answer. A palace in a place beyond place, built in a time that wasn’t a time. Can’t solve my riddle? Really, it’s for the best. You wouldn’t like where I live."
An orphanage is not a place one would normally connect with undead abominations. Normal orphanages are not run by Edrea Solon.
The tiny shrine doesn’t look like much; a tumbledown temple overgrown with weeds, fading quietly into obscurity. But appearances are oftentimes deceiving.
“There’s something not right, up on that hill. Something about that place makes men go mad. The de Lahsk family never should have built the mansion there. That only made it worse.”
Port Reliance is a squalid little port town, a hive of pirates, murderers, thieves, brigands, and brawlers. The lowest of the low, the most desperate of sea-farers end up here sooner or later. Adventurers will fit right in.
Uncharted, and unexplored save by a few, Xenos seems a veritable paradise with plenty of food and fresh water, a godsend to any ship that finds it. Many ships have put ashore, only to find that they can never leave.
No one goes to the Western Woods. There are things that come out at night that it would be a very bad idea to meet. The Western Woods have a reputation of being haunted, or rife with wild magic. Or both.
Drinen Forest is a frightening, dark place. Very few are foolish enough to venture into it, and fewer still return. This is one of the Ten Most Dangerous Places in the world.
The Forbidden Jungle has never been explored thouroughly, for the simple reason that many of the explorers are never seen again.
Sab Rejak, also called the City of the Lost, was once a thriving city until a curse and a plague brought an end to its glory.
Some say that Darigus was murdered for his treasure. Others say that Darigus’s court magician did away with the nobleman and ran off with his daughter. And some say that Darigus isn’t dead, and took off with his treasure. But no one knows for sure…
The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they "rub it", and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
"Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!"
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?