That looks interesting, I make a search check for loot.
Wait... what comes at me?
Also known as the Circle of Soul Stealing, a devious and powerful trap
Money=zombies. Who knew that the room with pictures of people getting killed would spawn undead things trying to kill you?
The door that cannot be reached, the wall that cannot be climbed
What do you do when you're endlessly falling?
Now you're DMing with Portals!
It sure looks like a normal doorknob...Wait a second...Did it just move?!
Consider your grip and consider just how important the iron spikes and 10 foot pole are.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.