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…

Arriving in a small village the adventurering party is drawn into a meeting of the Parish Guild…

An area known for sweeping mountain vistas, and sleepy alpine hamlets has all but exploded with miners, adventurers, and thieves. Dwarves are showing up in troops, while orcs are churning towards the valley. The reason? Simple…

There’s gold in them thar hills!

For years trading ships have come to the Islands of Teanoi seeking treasures of gold, pua shell, and exotic herbs and spices. Trade has dwindled, and ships vanish without a trace, but the trade is too valuable to give up, and thus the ships still come. The islands also lay close to a shipping lane, and are a regular stop for ships seeking only to take on fresh supplies of foodstuffs and water.

Soon merchants begin seeking outside aid to protect their ships from the unknown menace that the islanders call Teanoi…

Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem…one way or another.

The most important horse race of the year is fast approaching, thousands are expected to attend. Too bad that the horse favored to win has gone missing…