O Jewel of the Mountain, forget not your storied splendor…
quote of Darak One-Eye, historian
Often mistaken for the mystical Black Lotus, the Black Oleander is a common blooming plant found in temperate swamps.
Isolated at the southern most portion of Falhath, the Bosques are considered bumpkins and backwater-folk
The Order of the who? Of the What?
I bring the sword, nothing more…
Herein are listed 30 Barkeeps, Bartenders, or proprietary owners of the drinking and sleeping establishments so frequented by adventurers and their loyal henchmen.
A little snug for me, but you…a perfect fit.
The Hill Folk are friendly, as well known for their crafts as their crops.
Organic elements, flowing lines, and an absence of sharp angles and corners all are elements of the Elvenesque style of architecture.
The Port that Tea Built
Found at the best cafes, and commanding the highest prices…
Nothing but snow, nothing but ice and snow. I fear we will all loose our minds out here. Even the caves have frozen into ice…
from the collected notes of an unknown explorer.
Clad in black armor, perched atop a black destrier, Ourange is the image of the mercenary-lord…
In the great city of Ozea, the funeral processions of the dead are followed by the Chalice Bearers, mourners who gather their tears to annoint the deceased.
The Knights serve a variety of roles within the land-locked Kingdom of Tresserhorn, few of them known.
The object of many a sensual fantasy, few thieves garner as much attention as this leather-clad halfling
Many times the Old World has been mentioned in my works. Submitted for your approval…The Old World.
A dialog concerning the origins of the Trinitine Faith,
Magic has brought us to this point of self-destruction,” the Captain said. “It’s the dichotomy of our curiosity and greed, which are ingrained—greed, because we had to survive because we were always hungry, so we had to gather things, and curiosity, which brought us out of the trees
The focus of discontent between Vandergraff and Powlgraff, the Cathedral was built of ambition and rose marble.
Walking through the alleys of the docks district of town, you hear an old, mad beggar calling out for alms. He claims to be a god, cast out from heaven and stripped of his powers. The party passes, tossing a few coppers to him. In thanking them, the madman refers to incidents in their childhood or distant past which would have been all but impossible for him to know.