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…
Vaiton, spirit of flame, with this offering of smoldering incense, I summon you forth to serve your master.
Summons etched into the Spirit Plate of Vaiton the Ever Burning.
The compiled works of MuroMax, the collaborative entity of Murometz and Scrasamax, the Mythmaker and the Mechanic.
Ye Olde English
Oblat - A soldier who, grown impotent or maimed in service, hath maintenance or the benefit of a monk’s place assigned him in an abbey
From this day forth, let Iacon be free from the tyranny of the gods and their chosen!
Inaugeral speech of Provost Layton Frost
The legacy of K’ton can be seen in the spinning gear, in the spring, in the sliding weight, and in the wonderous ships that glide through the air.
30 slingers of spells, vendors of enchantment, and bizarrement.
A composite calendar devised by magi based on the movement of the stars rather than the movement of the moon or the sun.
1. Private; confidential; familiar.
2. A private conversation between two people.
3. A short sopha intended to accommodate two persons.
Elven soldiers, elven armies? What a human, and therefore shortsighted, idea…
Athiyk student quote
Most cities have long and storied histories, tales of nobles and intrigue, places in cultural, social, or military history. Gaberlunz in one of those places that by various circumstances has avoided any pretense of greatness.
Zufa is a trickster god, one who is cursed daily by those who suffer from his minor inconveniences.
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.