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
Canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook?
Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons?
or his head with fish spears?
Curiosity killed the cat…
An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.
Good and evil? I see neither, I only see law and order opposing chaos and anarchy. Anarchy means blood, death, and poverty. I’ll take order and riches over that.
Sokolov the Axiomancer
A fairly average world that happens to be the headquarter site of the Earth Alliance Space Probe Agency (EASPA)
In an age of lawlessness and war, there is one man who stands up against bandits and tyranny. That man is Michael Long, aka…the Gunman
A traveling dungeon of canvas and props…
A small collection of magic items intended to limit or negate the powers of a magic user
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.
Ogelend, Border Reiver
A seemingly average industrial world that is the source of 1 out of every 4 guns in current use.
A demon’s kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.
To the winds with memorizing spells and counting mana points.
A piece of crystallized magic.
A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.
Few things attract attention quite like the death of a star.
Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito
Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic
The PCs are making their way from village to village across a rural hinterland, when they spot a weird sign along a farmstead's fence, with an arrow pointing to the actual farmstead.
"CRAZY DANCING HOES!!"
If they investigate, a rather sedate local farmer, explains to them that for a mere two coppers, they can witness the show for themselves.
The show involves six ordinary, animated hoes "dancing" on a makeshift stage, as the farmer accompanies them by slapping his thighs to keep the beat, and playing on his flute.
If asked how the trick is accomplished the farmer demurs, not wanting to share his "secret".
"If you can get Old Man Purkiss to tell you how he gets his cows to spout poetry, I'll tell you how I make my hoes dance."
In reality, this minor encounter can lead to the PCs discovering that some localized, magical effect is active in the area. All kinds weird phenomena seem to occur in these parts.
Perhaps the PCs have finally found the ley-line of mana energy that they have been searching for! The party's wizard gets excited.