Cooked or raw, they taste like camel urine. Unfortunately they are full of water and easy to catch. I’m tired of eating these sand-fish
Anjet of the Cenn Caerwaith
Beware the lords of the sky, in the wastelands even the would-be dragons give them a wide berth
Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith
Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.
A salvage and scrap yard of the UFP
We all go a little mad…sometimes
A boring factual retelling of the complete history of the world
Behold, the Harbinger of ill-tidings, the blizzard rider, the thief of winter, the Stamagast.
30 groups of magical swords
Inspired by the Five in One challenge, the Emblem of Novercalis is a campaign inspired not by five subs, but by five idea seeds.
The inanimate remnants and dry husks of ideas left stillborn.
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.
A friendly human hunter has a talk with you about what you are doing here, and how is the weather. He advises you to not disturb the animals, tend to any fire you set, etc. This is actually a werewolf checking his territory, and if you are not to his liking, he may ambush you with his pack later.