Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens
A place of majestic views, amazing life, and hidden treasures. The secrets that the jungle holds in its folds are both breath taking and soul taking. When traveling to Bone Island one must be wary, not of just the tribal inhabitants and exotic creatures, but the secrets that the gods forgot.
Most cities have long and storied histories, tales of nobles and intrigue, places in cultural, social, or military history. Gaberlunz in one of those places that by various circumstances has avoided any pretense of greatness.
The Swollen Shadow’s magic is such, that anyone transported to its demi-plane, will always first arrive in the somber and hazy Umbral Fens, which surround the City of Shadow. After some searching one may find the Brittle Road, which leads through the shadow-choked swamps, to the City proper.
A land of witches and evil magic, a pox on it!
Darak One-Eye, from the Book of the Black Rose
Uncharted, and unexplored save by a few, Xenos seems a veritable paradise with plenty of food and fresh water, a godsend to any ship that finds it. Many ships have put ashore, only to find that they can never leave.
No one goes to the Western Woods. There are things that come out at night that it would be a very bad idea to meet. The Western Woods have a reputation of being haunted, or rife with wild magic. Or both.
A wasteland, a vast expanse of ogre infested, nightshade choked swamp…
‘‘There were five of them all together, these monstrous walking trees! Yep, trees that walked! By the look of those nasty things, they were probably trees that ate people as well. Tried to kill us with those giant rubber balls, they did, those hell-spawned overgrown bushes…
Cut that laughter out, damn you! We weren’t drinking salt-water when that happened! Those crazy things are real! And if you don’t believe me, sail there yourself, you lousy land lubber! Don’t tell me I didn’t say ‘‘I told you so!’‘, when those vicious monsters finally squish you with their roots’‘.
Many who have landed upon this island’s golden sands have never escaped alive, hence it’s name.Only fools, it is said, will attempt to take the island’s gold.
The sea is calm, the morning mists clear, the seagulls cry out, and land comes into view
The Whales Graveyard.
Kastraad is a Keep and Bailey upon a good sized hill in the mid country. While there has been several battles not far from it, it has been a quiet location for a generation or two. Recently it was taken over by a New Lord, Sir DuKon. He and his few men at arms took the keep from the previous owner (a lazy braggart called Lord KelSen the Fat). After setting himself up as a Lord, he found himself in a difficult position of needing money and being unable to take it (or lands) from his better fortified neighbors. Thus the founding of New Pastello.
What thieves convention can be complete without the ubiquitous Black Market! The specifics can obviously be as varied as one’s imagination. In fact, please consider this as the scroll it’s intended to be. The more stalls and booths the merrier!! Scras and I would like to see forty or so by next years convention. These are just twelve random ones we came up with. Some are quite standard, while others slightly more unorthodox. Maggot, your ‘thief bugs’ & their insidious proprietor go here.
"A-Wan, A-Wan, A-Wan". Awanggis is an unassuming place blessed with good clean water from a subterranean source.
The Sea of Sand is one of the most treacherous and deceitful tracts of waste in the heart of the Djaraha desert.
A small valley that leads nowhere… why is it so important to the locals?
This is a scroll of locations that are somewhat out of the normal.
There are two “villages” here. They are totally different, yet totally linked.
It was some sixty years ago, a great flood on the river caused a lot of damage. The baron ordered masive works to be undertaken, to widen the river’s channel above its usual level. The “over-channel” spreads a few hundred yards on both shores of the river. This was to be a sufficient safeguard against any flood.
As the PCs cross a brigde/tree over a deep river they see the glimmer of gold and jewels lying at the bottom. At further inspection they notice that it is the skeleton of a man still holding on to a sack of treasure. Will the PCs try to dive to get it? What killed the man? Did he simly not let go of the bag he could not swim to the surface with? What cleansed his bones so? Are there flesh-eating beings that dwell in the deep? Can the players resist the chanse of being wealthy for once?