Just off the craggy cliffs of Corundum, under the rippling blue ocean waves, seven stones stand. They rise majestically from the ocean floor, references to some long ago civilization. Meaningless, now, to all but the most learned.
QuestDeep in the remote Storm Horns lies an ancient and deserted city of giants.
The empty shrines of a god so old, all but his name is forgotten.
11 great statues of lost gods being chipped away by the condemned.
Inspired some years ago for a Kult/CoC Halloween game
"Where do I live? A simple question that doesn’t have a simple answer. A palace in a place beyond place, built in a time that wasn’t a time. Can’t solve my riddle? Really, it’s for the best. You wouldn’t like where I live."
Knowledge is Power. That is, he who makes the knowledge, wields the power.
The Yughort were the fathers of the steppe civilizations, rulers of the first nomadic empire of the plains. Their signs can still be found, including their conical burial towers.
During certain years, people in Akgku claim to observe a green flame coming from the sea and erupting upward. It can be observed from a distance of two days’ journey or more. After burning for a considerable time, the flame disappears.
—Falklyde Wodinger, Haraconian scholar, in route to wondrous Udross and legendary Akgku.
Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
"The Tower of Ill Omen!" the old gypsy gasped as she glimpsed the shattered structure at the mountain’s peak.
The tiny shrine doesn’t look like much; a tumbledown temple overgrown with weeds, fading quietly into obscurity. But appearances are oftentimes deceiving.
The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but theyâ??re not sharingâ?¦
In the dawning of time, a mighty civilization, mystical and alien, flourished in the oceanâ??s unseen depths. Their day has passed, but their hidden metropoli linger on.
“There’s something not right, up on that hill. Something about that place makes men go mad. The de Lahsk family never should have built the mansion there. That only made it worse.”
The smoky haze that shrouds this volcanic island hides a deadly legend…
Font of Damnable Contemplation
Tower Isle gets it’s name from the tower of gleaming ice that climbs high above the surface.In the summer it gleams in the sunlight and can be seen for miles away.But even in the summer the tempreture never climbs above -5 degrees, and in the winter it is not a place where most people would want to be.Myths say that a king slumbers there waiting for the world to end.
A society lost to its own demands of innovation.
New Submissions
What lies under the turf deep in the earth of that grassy mound? The PCs would very much like to know...