A summary of the various Freetext Friday Freetexts, in one spot.
Rumors of gold and more, spoken on the wind draw the greedy to their doom.
Come forth, the world weary, be assured that the blessed steel will guide you into the Green Vales! The wondrous Sting will herald your entry into the blessed realm.
Bring out your Names!
Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist
In the dark underground realms where Dwarves dwell, the colourful heraldy of humans is of less value. Dwarven heraldry focuses more on the silhouette of the warrior, the shape of his shield, and in some cases, sound.
Seven wonders of the Dwarven World
A set of 30 Dwarven Treasures, for finding, or stealing.
A fine cloak that allows the wearer to see from a statue's eyes.
The manifestation of the Queen of Avarice, the Eye of Avarice is a worthy herald of that fell being.
A 100 word Location
"Make sure you wing it before the Emperor draws back his arrow son, a few times if you can, but try not to be too obvious..."
A not-so-subtle means to send PCs on adventures.
I did not think there was a crime heinous enough to deserve this place as a sentence..
A simple metal bucket, capable of holding a bucket of water, or as it happens, a lifetime of effort.
One of man's most successful domestications has been that of the dog. Even in our world, the variation that has been bred is truly astonishing. It only seems natural that a world filled with magic and the supernatural could yield even greater variety. This is a collection of some of these possibilities.
A powerful empire, macabre and violent. Now gone, a victim of their own folly.
A simple way to a fate most dreadful.
A magical Salt, a dangerous bane against ice and snow…
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.