It was three years ago that I entered that strange door… and I have not found my way back home since then.
When the king ordered the ‘igh Necromancer put to death, ‘is laboratory just up and walked away!
Lieutenant Andrews, 22nd Imperial Guard Division
I have found the Book of Remembrances in the royal library… a wellspring of knowledge directly from the mouths of great rulers and scholars of the past… my only wish is that I might discover a way to add my own knowledge to this work.
T’Arkia, Imperial High Mage
In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic.
The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.