30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.
The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng
Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins
A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.
Dire Ape, I choose you!!!
The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.
First, you get the gold. Then you get the power. I could care about the women, I’ve had the men in the palm of my hand since I was 17.
Memoirs of Wealth, excerpt
A metal that can only be tempered once, and ever after it shall know no flame, nor shall heat harm it
A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma
We need a bigger gun…
Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.
Those other lists of 30
A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes
Out of simple roots, a deep faith.
motto of the Brotherhood of Orildus
Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.
Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman
Caution: Graphic Content
So much gone, so much I can’t remember. but I have my spells, and that is all I need to deal with you.
Last words of Thuulgar the Wicked
The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.
The Right of Revenge, the Law of an eye for an eye, is also known as the Widerdonum, the repayment. Not debt burns as brightly or as painfully as that of vengeance
What we need is an alternative to hiring mages that are good enough to deal with the Guild’s mages.
There is a small and strange nature-worship cult that has dedicated itself to freeing vegetables. They appear usually in working pairs or trios, arriving to villages and towns separately and wearing the local garb. For some reason, they have taken to disguising themselves specifically as a scholar, a cooper, and a fisher. At night, they will sneak into backyards and side gardens, digging up household fruits and vegetables. They pile the pilfered plants into a cart and vanish in the night. While the townsfolk wake up to empty gardens, the cultists replant the fruits in the wild to let them be "free".