Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth…
A methodology for the magic behind the magic weapon.
You’re a mean one Old Crynog
You really are a skug
Halfling children’s rhyme
The Obtort Ward is all that remains of what was once an ancient battlefield that was afterwards converted into a mass grave.
Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger
The Masque of Hunger
Perhaps one of the oldest of the humanoid races, the Pelamids are a sort of missing link between terrestrial humans and aquatic merfolk.
Predator, nightstalker, brother to beasts, call me a monster long enough brother and I very well might become one.
Jaurmes, Augrune woodcutter
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GET AWAY FROM ME YOU ZOMBIE FREAKS!
Last words of Derrius the Bold
One of the legendary unholy treasures
Also known as the Staff of the Bodyguard
Luchildsburg? Yeah I remember that place, they had the black ale that tasted so bad.
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak
Vernissage, apprentice bard.
The scent of magic
A slightly atypical stinking swamp festering with goblins
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?
Curiosity killed the cat…
An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.
Good and evil? I see neither, I only see law and order opposing chaos and anarchy. Anarchy means blood, death, and poverty. I’ll take order and riches over that.
Sokolov the Axiomancer
During a storm the PCs come upon a little boy that plays in the rain. Upon further inspection they discover that he has one eye and a long tongue lolling in its mouth. Spit dripping. It is a demon from beyond that can access our realm during storms, it eats all heads that are not its own, living and dead.