A legendary weapon of the Ouzquin Dremorix
Behold, the Eldest.
Listen child, listen and I will tell you the first story, the story of Nagoma and the Gorund Tree…
A parcel of pretty princesses
A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.
While bronze is cheaper, and steel is stronger, few materials are as desireable for weapons than proper Xanthanite.
I will sail my vessel, until I happen upon…
You’re walking through the forest when you encounter…
A collection of 30 scrolls, manuscripts, and codices sampled from the library of Atal, the Wise Councilor.
Sleep with a cloth wrapped around your face or you’ll be a frungy garden in the morning…
Regional insult for someone considered stubborn, or gullible.
The Pretty Princess Scroll
Beneath crumbling towers wait
Ishafel’s Horror and Hate
A monster grim and bleak
Go to it if death you seek
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
A brief summary of the Pessimal Beast as revealed by the Pessimal Manuscript and other anecdotal evidence.
The Sea that touches all shores.
How many roads must a man walk?
Ages past the Woodking fell into a deep and terrible slumber, and from the fever of his dreams and nightmares the wooden dungeon of Limberlost grew.
To Remove All Pain
Etching on the blade of the Anodyne Sword
Fiendish of appearance, beware these black kine…
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.