"What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…"
One of Corleone’s commander has come up with an exquisite trap for the newly forming armies of Ignus. The only problem? He needs bait for the trap, and he’s just hit upon the perfect idea…
Long has the question of truth been pondered. Long has this been a folly few recognise in time. A killer, a soldier even with a sword is one thing. But a killer who thinks he has found a definite truth, which he decides to fight for, is the most dangerous man in the world.
Is it liberation or conquest? Humane thought or wanton deicide?
A malicious ploy to make the divine starve?
War has begun, and the troops have begun to move. Lying on the border between Esteov and the God’s Spine Mountains, Kerrengen Keep secures the main source of fresh water for the capital of Esteov, Lake Kerrengen.
The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.
Taronia - Land of mystics and sages. Taronia - Land of the Gods. Taronia - Land of Conquerers.
“Please sirs, my grandmother lives just beyond the forest”
We’ve all heard them over the years, and in every story there is a grain of truth…
“While traveling you stumble upon…um…you stumble upon…”
To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.
Sometimes a simple breakdown can lead to all sorts of trouble
There is trouble in the mines, claims your employer. And you are just the people to solve it.
I don’t know if I posted about it before, but I have always wanted to run an adventure set in a library. The following is a sketch of an unusual premise and a possible plot-hook.
In the great lake of Ture are hundreds of islands of various sizes, and not all have been completely explored by the Modern Races. One such island, with rough and craggy coastlines discouraging landing, is quite remarkable and worth a visit.
An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars
The fine scent of sea, and the less fine smell of the fish… isn’t there something else smelling, too?
The Sneel are causing trouble again.
Not quite Science Fiction…
A mysterious young nobleman is making quite a stir in the court, and not all are pleased about it…
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.