The grapes of sorrow
An Elven made memory stone
Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn’t going to cut itself!
I’m gonna be somebody, someday!
There it was, big as two horses and all scales and wicked looking head. thought we was alldead, we did. Then the beastie did the damndest thing. Instead of breathin fire on us, or cursin us with magic it started eatin one of the damned bushes.
Explorer Kurold the Hammer
A rare and diseased jewel, a canker fallen from the heavens
‘The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.’
Princess Leia, Star Wars - 1977
Laser Pistol: "Sears $49.99"
Moonhunter ~ commenting on guns versus swords
It’s a crappy Mk.9 Sunbeam pistol, I’ll give you 200 credits for it.
Sgt. Dietzman, retired ordinance officer and gun dealer
Give me your greenskins, your mobz, and your grunts
A villain’s lair is more than just a safehouse or stronghold, it can be as much a part of their persona as any powers, henchmen or nefarious plans
A random generator to create variable merchants shops, stores, and stalls.
Excitingly Chucky Psuedo-Science and Technology!
The Nightmare War did more than end the Old Empire, it turned a massive swath of once fertile land into the unimaginably hostile Wastelands, and populated it with beasts, horrors, and monsters.
Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith
‘Don’t you go foolin around in the fens buy. Moeder Moeras don’t care none if you mean no offence or just want to fill your wicker creel with fish. She’ll have your guts for fishnets and your bones for soup.’
Paulis the Riverguide
I need the shoe ads put in before the table of contents, and put the perfume ads behind the letters to the editor, don’t make me get the Sanderson data again on ad placement, and where in the blazes is my double-latte?
Ariel Kincaid, VP of Glitter Magazine
Inspired some years ago for a Kult/CoC Halloween game
The everyday kin to the elementals and the demons
An equipment listing of items useful to mages and wizards, but not quite deserving full submissions of their own.
The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.
The local band of 'nasties' (goblins / orcs / whatever) lives in relative peace with the local population.
Along come the PCs and go through their usual heroic monster bashing routine, wiping out the nasties and pinching all their stuff, then continue on their way.
Problem is, they don't kill ALL he nasties. The survivors want revenge and, after spending a few months recovering, start to take it in their own inimitable style (which is not unlike that of the PCs come to think of it).
Next time the PCs are in the area they find themselves VERY unpopular with the townsfolk.