Obsessions rarely work out for the best, but chaos makes them interesting… -Anonymous
We’ve all heard them over the years, and in every story there is a grain of truth…
“While traveling you stumble upon…um…you stumble upon…”
A book of unique and interesting recipes for health.
Extras and alternate “headliners” for The Carnival of Forgotten Souls and other traveling shows
A series of letters concerning Thurgul, his followers, and the High Priest Yannuzar.
Some places are better left undisturbed…you never know what may be waiting there for you.
Although lost in the mists of myth and time, there are some things known of this Ã¢??manÃ¢?Â and his Ã¢??godÃ¢?Â.
There is a new threat to mankind coming and it’s all due to poor craftsmanship…
Ã¢??Staring too long may prove to be your undoing, George…
donÃ¢??t say I didnÃ¢??t warn you.Ã¢?Â
Lion Man in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls
Feral boy in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls
“Missing Link” in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls
Tattooed lady in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls
Thin man & knife thrower in The Carnival of Forgotten Souls
Ringmaster of the Carnival of Forgotten Souls
Come one, come all! Lords and Ladies welcome! Enter through the gates and be amazed!
I have fled in the shape of the raven of prophetic speech
A member of the Branid family of were ravens.
Just a few annoying items to spice up your games. Equipment, although needed, is rarely thought of as cursed. So I thought of a few annoying, and not too dangerous ones.
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.