The queen hired a theif to steal the information for the bodering country she’s at war with, but the thief is having some trouble…
Someone has been raiding the coast. The PC’s are dispatched to help - but can they trust the local authorities?
When the Prince of Thalavor is found dead, floating down the river in a Hero’s Voyage, the King Espegil sends the heroes upriver into unexplored lands to discover the bane that slew him.
Some things remember well. The stones of the Chambers of Nul soaked up the terror of the encarcerated victims and even now remember it, slowly releasing it like sweat. The buried city of Mastad remembers the cries of its citizens as they were crushed, and still they can be heard on the wind.
So it is with the Bed. Over the centuries it has sat in this room it has been host to some interesting guests, and each has left an…impression. Every sleepless night, every troubled thought: the Bed remembers it all. And if you were to spend a night in its downy pillows, you might remember some of it too…
If a strange dream guided you to a lost valley of wonder, guarding the path to a place of glory, would you be brave enough to go?
The desert can be a harsh place, but the people can be even harsher. Unfortunately for Abdelfettah, the spirits of the sands were not with him this day…
A magical plauge is disrupting the city of Blue Marina. Victims are found poisioned and covered in weals and, oddly, pennyless. Can the players solve this crisis before rich and poor are destroyed?
The characters must travel to Muspells-heim, the Nordic underworld, to find Wanrefax (DarkMane) the Black Dragon, subdue him, and ride him to joust with the Sky Wolves, releasing the sun from the cavernous belly of Hati
There are those as rich as kings but dress as peasants and worry not about funding. To visit their true homes one would see wealth of untold value scattered as dirt is in a hut. They know the monetary value of their possessions but they have long lost any true value to their owners. Experience is their currency and their curse. They dispense secrets of the ages as if discussing the weather. Few things have they not experienced so that very little gives them joy. They are the lost ones looking for new life while humoring the mortals around them.