"How far? Ye’ll know ye’ve found Malver’s Way when ye sees the Arch."
According to the legend, Dread Velsparge, Daemon Prince of the Myriad Hands, plunged into the Tarakhen Sea in a blaze of scarlet flame, throwing the whole world into ruin.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
Near the center of the forest are the hidden halls that house the Court of Dark Memory, one of the last bastions of the Unseleigh Courts.
For centuries, sailors have told the tale of this isle’s sole inhabitant, a madman who searches for the solution to an ancient puzzle.
"Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders’ Court to the new palace," the Regent commanded Master Thraso.
"Summon the Legions! We shall offer battle within Bleak Vale! This time, OUR cause shall triumph!"
Sailors long to visit the idyllic islands of the generous Zwitter folk…
The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but they're not sharing!
In the dawning of time, a mighty civilization, mystical and alien, flourished in the oceanÃ¢??s unseen depths. Their day has passed, but their hidden metropoli linger on.
In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well…
The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!
Wise travelers know to pass wide around Destinen Wood, for few have emerged unscathed from that accursed forest.
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.
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.
Local mariners know to avoid this island and the spider demons that infest it. Don’t say that you weren’t warned!
The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.
Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses.
I was in a game with a GM that had a Masters in History, who made is a point to mention that the local peasants didn't have wheelbarrows. The rest of the players just shrugged that off but I knew that the GM was trying to tell us the peasants were on the knife edge of starvation.
All that from wheelbarrows? Yes, because before the invention of the wheelbarrow it took two men to carry that load. In it's time the wheelbarrow was the most explosive production multiplier that the peasantry could get their hands on.
This is worth two tips: One about the power of the Wheelbarrow and the other is the moral of the story...that people need to know the point you are trying to make.