Twas as long as a yard-arm and fast as a cobra. Took crewman Dobbs off of the rail and into the deep, that’s why we dont lean over the rail, lad.
Midshipman Oberhall lecturing new sailors
A muse in a bottle, greatness distilled into a single gulp.
How is it built? One brick at a time lad. One brick at a time.
My Sword is yours, milord…
Why rum all gone?
“Listen to the Wind! Listen to Crackling Fire! Listen to the Groan of the Mountain! Listen to my Voice! Listen and you will See through the Smoke! See the Old Ways of our Forefathers! See the Glory of our Clan! See the Might of our Race!”
—Horn-Of-Plenty, Shaman of the Thorondrim Minotaurs, leading his people in the Khuugrad
I’m beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don’t let this go on…
Memoirs of the Nameless soldier
While Ozea, Dreifach, and Sangreal are the main cities of Falhath, they are by no means the only ones.
...and a little something extra for yourself
The undisputed head of the Trinity, and the story of Falhath’s oldest folk hero.
Clad in a rainment of silver scale and chain armor, Ixia is the second member of the Trinity
The Axe has long been the symbol of Ozea, and the weapon of choice from the common footsoldier to the one time King.
Resembling more a beetle than a seacraft…
Voz’s bones! It’s been a long time coming come in and welcome to Ozea me guest.
Creator of the Black Book, the primogen tome of necromancy, few names are as feared or reviled as that of Mastere.
Yet another cloak of shadows…
A society lost to its own demands of innovation.
From the Observation Log of the Gnomish Inventor, Scholar, and Sub-Mariner Lezarde Kurye…
Hot fry here, get your hot fry!
Tell me what you eat and I’ll tell you what you are…
The PCs have been traveling for a long time down the same stretch or round with no sign of anything suspicious. As they cross over to the next hill they see a gigantic splater of blood with a bleached dragons scull in the center of it. It the dragon skull's mouth is a tattered backpack with something wiggling inside of it.