A war of ambition threatens the unseelie houses of Thiran Nar.
...and a star to steer her by.
In the vein of the other Random Encounter threads, now comes the thread for Oceanic encounters
What happens? Are you kidding me?
An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars
Here, have a sup, just two piece of silver.
A time of flags and feasts…
Pumpkintown, The Strawberry Festival, Fall Days - small town festivals are as varied as the small towns that host them, and just as colorful.
I will sail my vessel, until I happen upon…
You’re walking through the forest when you encounter…
How many roads must a man walk?
The plot of the Swollen Shadow
I’m beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don’t let this go on…
Memoirs of the Nameless soldier
According to Ars Geotia the standard formations of power consist of ley lines, confluences and founts. this system has been long accepted, and is quite incorrect…
I’ll tell you something, there was a demon in Widow Suvar’s Wine cellar. How do I know, ‘cuz I seen it that’s how I know.
When does a boon become a bane? The wise often falter and make foolish mistakes under the guidance of those who are treacherous in design.
There are sewers beneath the cobbled stone streets, carrying the filth of society away, rather than letting it pile up into steaming heaps of refuse. Something has moved into the sewers and is now coming to the surface to feed.
By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen’s will shall be subject to punishment.
The bell calls from its lonely tower, ringing across the valley. For whom does the bell toll, it tolls for thee…
A famous hero has died, but his dying request was the be buried beneath the willow, and he has asked the PCs if they will carry his body there and bury him.
Most unexpectedly, an omen of fire appears in the sky, bright in the darkness, visible during the day, panic ensues…
Gnomes are famous for their festive springtime celebrations. Farm villages will often dye their hens eggs bright colors; with gnomish magic, the chicks that hatch from the eggs have the very same colors. The chickens eventually lose their hues, but the stronger the magic, the longer the color stays. In a gnomish village, one can easily spot the village shaman by his flock of gaily colored fowl.