Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
You are the lovers rock
The rock that I cling to
You’re the one
The one I swim to in a storm
Like a lovers rock
- Sade "Lovers Rock"
With no helm or hat, closer inspection reveals that part of his face has rotted away. "Give me orders!"
A malaign substance that can bring a lingering, horrible end.
Tired of giving your players a cache of non-descript diamonds, plain amethysts, and simple sapphires?
Stand out in the wind on a hilltop where the grass is stirred by a starry sky and gaze into the black vault for long enough to witness Helda sow her seed.
Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.
Life is like a cheese, it starts off milk, then it curdles, and then it ages and you hope for the best.
Here lad, you take it. We’ve been through a lot this pot and I, ever since the last Great War, but you’re too young to remember that one. I had this with me in all my campaigns after that. The Althial Border Wars, the rising of the Dragon Lords, the Dwarven Rage… Ah but I’m old and toothless now an’ it’s no use to me. Take the pot lad, use it well. At least you’ll always be guarenteed a reasonable meal
The Sergeant did not have to clear his throat. He could just begin - at full volume - and instantly quiet the room of recruits. "The Remote Gun Platform. You worms would know it as a Tankbot. Is your best friend on the battlefield next to the guy sitting beside you. You will come to love this thing for its functionality, its ability to see the enemy, and for its ability to be blown up instead of you. "
A tool for Diviners, a toy for children. These little orbs have many uses.
Sure you loot the area, but what about the creatures’ actual coffins that they were buried in?
The fey are strange, but occasionally, just occasionally, their actions make sense.
Find a penny, pick it up.
And all the day you’ll have good luck.
Here is a list of those not-so-attractive treasures that the PC’s might find on their quests.
An assortment of cures scattered to all ends of Strolen’s domain!
An item to increase the comfort of the dreaded Cold Camp.
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It was nothing more than a child’s plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it…