The final triumph of a twisted astrologer, this splendid sphere hides a terrible secret.
Seldom will you see such a distinguished veteran: A man of action, who always seems to have what a soldier needs!
Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him.
A ship, drifting through the mists, with not a soul visible on her deck. Haunted? Yes, but not the way that you might expect…
The drink was a rare vintage with a light, fruity aroma, but one glass was not enough. It left the drinker craving something more…
The smoky haze that shrouds this volcanic island hides a deadly legend…
The hatreds of men have made this island paradise into a quagmire of poverty and corruption.
The power of the runes comes with a price, one the apprentice Tamford wasn’t ready to pay
So they defeated the horde of impoverished peasants armed with farm implements. Now they want to loot the bodies…
In a shadowed alley near Bassage Market, the secretive master of the city's "resurrection men" studies mysteries of life and death.
Nowhere else in the city would you find a place more tragically downtrodden.
Death and horror await the unwary in the tropical forests of the Kwan-Zhanalin peninsula.
This ancient text is the legacy of one of the greatest mages of all time, but using it can be quite a challenge!
These foul-tempered brutes are seldom encountered away from their native jungles, and a good thing that is!
A gleaming blade of translucent flint, crafted to defend the ancient Hunting People tribe.
Two Noble Kinsmen, Two Fair Maidens, Two Mischevious Servants, Two Loyal Handmaids, Two Pompous Dukes, a Clown, a Lion, and a bunch of foolish soldiers, all wandering in the forest. Why, it’s practically Shakespeare!
“Ye’ve ‘eerd th’ one ‘bout th’ king who’ll send 3000 gold royals te th’ lucky man thet sends ‘im a letter back t’ test th’ Royal Mail, an’ ye heerd aboot th’ succubus that makes off wi’ mens’ kitlins after she ‘as ‘er way wi’ em, but ha’ ye heerd aboot th’ beggar lad that wants a stone from ever’ village in th’ kingdom?
The ancient sages knew: To see beyond the veils of Death, you must become as one dead.
These beautiful women first steal your heart, then your mind, then your soul…
Local mariners know to avoid this island and the spider demons that infest it. Don’t say that you weren’t warned!
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.