Somewhere in the endless deserts of Iuhai, Daazan the Iron Gate and Utheleii the lovelorn Earth Elemental wait for time to end.
3-8 adventures start out on the rural/suburban borderlands of a colapseing empire that’s being invaded by hordes of orks and hobgoblins.
Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.
...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!
Therianthropes? Lycanthropes? Animorphs? Homo-Zoological-Hybrid-Sapiens? Manimals? Take your pick.
30 unique ships, for those times when you need one on the fly. The class or type of each ship is provided. Included are three odd ones from the pages of history.
In the land of Epoa, Cloud Hoppers are some of the craziest people you’ll meet. Cloud Hopping is their job.
*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*
The Horrors and Wonders of a distant, sun-drenched land. Everything you need to run a desert campaign!
Doomed by the Shadow…
The Swollen Shadow’s magic is such, that anyone transported to its demi-plane, will always first arrive in the somber and hazy Umbral Fens, which surround the City of Shadow. After some searching one may find the Brittle Road, which leads through the shadow-choked swamps, to the City proper.
A Renaissance dawns. A School of Art emerges.
Shadows gather…and linger.
Featured creatures of the Swollen Shadow Codex.
Have you ever looked at a game in progress and wondered, "i dunno wat this is about."
Allow Moonhunter to posit an answer.
Vog’s Children, the Lava-Oil Symbiotes
What initially appears to be another trek through wintry mountain landscapes will be revealed as a true struggle for survival. For the mountain known as the Kiebral is an ancient evil, its secrets are countless and its power is immense. Can the PCs outwit a power from the dawn of time, or will they succumb and be trapped for all eternity?
Come ye who HUNGER!
"It is said that among those people they have a loathsome custom- that they keep a spotted dog always waiting beside the gate of the yard where they bury the dead, and that in every funeral they allow this spotted dog to feast upon the dead, so that it grows fat and wise with the knowledge of the dead... Many necromancers do seek out these spotted dogs, and ask of them sciomantic knowledge, or take them as familiars." -Author unknown, "The Ways of the Necromancers"