A handful of tables for randomly generating a colorful history for castles and other fortresses.
A sampling of 30 gods, separated into pantheons.
Sometimes, an item is not enchanted, but instead, a person's acts resonate so strongly across the planes of magic that their touch is forever remembered on the physical world. This is the tale of such an item.
A thaumatechnological weapon, an example of the marriage between intricate technological innovation and sophisticated magic engineering.
Or, 30 Ways for Mad Science to go Delightfully Awry
Seven deadly sins plague man kind
Arrogance, Lust, Envy, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony
Seven deadly blades for man to find
For man to cause the world great agony
Not all hammers are tools of creation. Some are made for destruction, and some rare few truly excel at it.
With but a name, these places fill common folk with apprehension and dread
A dagger wielded in defense of the Modoc tribe, freezing its enemies in their tracks.
Give your magic item a quick history. Then use the history to tie a whole bunch of things together that will make you look like a genius.
"All the guests were thoroughly checked before they entered the manse, my Prince. There was no sword on him...yet, he pulled the blade from his belt! But how..."
A gun made by the God of the Dwarves
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"Contingent of Imperial Knights spotted at Osthill, my prince. Lord Marshall Oswald's tank contingent is dug in there, and the fortifications are solid. All you need to do is give me the order, and I'll tell his lordship to make it rain."
-Miles Secundi, Man-at-Arms of Prince Kastame
"Sure, it’s chilly to wear in the winter, boiling in the summer, and yeah, it chafes a little after a day or two of marching. But when you do what we do, you learn to eat, sleep and s**t in it - pardon my language your highness.”
-Miles Secundi, Man at Arms of Prince Kastame
"Some call it 'the Realm of the Builders' - the Ark refers to it as 'Dius Factorsitius Terravae' or 'The Forge of Worlds.' My opinion? Well, I think it's more of a garden, to be honest."
-Author Dreu, van Heinhelm Household Cleric
Madness lingers there, in the broken corners of his mind.
"Such a curious candle... it burns...with no wick?"
Out of all lifeforms on this planet, none is more feared than the insidious Moadi-Bird.
Seek Not the Moadi-Bird
The Lost March is a large collection of elephant rafts. The lost march never reached its destination and instead was pulled out to sea. The elephants on the raft eventually starved to death, littering the large wooden carpet with their bones and bird picked hides. While sailors with an eye for gold can salvage the tusks of the bull elephant for a hefty price, the raft is haunted by the spectral ghosts of the pod of elephants and they appear after nightfall and attack and kill anyone trespassing on their raft