A greater examination of the Magician’s best friend, his familiar.
A hybrid of man and animal, bred to serve and now free to live.
A timely whistle to save a life.
A world of drifting sky islands and air ships
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
You meet a large number of villagers, walking and weeping beside the coffin of an old bearded man (or adapt to your funeral customs). If asked properly, you learn about an old wizard, a wise man that long helped the tiny village to grow and prosper. Even after death he shows his favour: he gave most of his possesions to the poorer members of the community. All the villagers show him now respect this way. Why do you ask, are you adventurers? (As a last wish, he left a tiny case for the first group of adventurers that crosses the village).