A mighty Dragon that once spread it wings over the swamp moon of Dire
This frightening creature has some rather cruel methods to torture its prey
The Yang to Lutazum’s Ying, the grand totem of the Maletanalu, the 5th tribe of the Hanaset.
Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!
Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.
Walking through the alleys of the docks district of town, you hear an old, mad beggar calling out for alms. He claims to be a god, cast out from heaven and stripped of his powers. The party passes, tossing a few coppers to him. In thanking them, the madman refers to incidents in their childhood or distant past which would have been all but impossible for him to know.