Like a grim eagle upon it's nest, the great black block of Tannia Castle looks down upon the city of the same name. Despite the fact that some of those brought within it's walls never come out again, the castle is still looked upon well by most of the city's inhabitants, a place of protection rather then a place of terror.
Latin for literally 'A Pleasant Place'
A reference guide to the major physical features and settlements of County Siogal.
The orcs love bloodsports, everyone knows that. If you go deep enough into their lands, you will find their favorite entertainment is the Talbar, the arena.
A 99 word poem of a small town, and the demon who guards its chapel when the mists rise.
There exists, within the interdimensional realm known as "Muir", a most holy city; a city of Gods, a city of Legends, a city with Dark Secrets.
A desolated blight on the face of the plains, and home to the Silvered Fang Tribe.
The ruined city of Oldport, destroyed nearly 200 years ago during a violent raid from the sea. During the day, a desolated skeleton of what once a thriving port city. During the night, magical splendor causes the city to regain its former glory and the dead rise to continue their lives.
The Court Away From Court
Whilst royal courts tend to be like each other in some ways, they can also be very different in other ways. Some may be places of fun where banquets and masked balls are common, whilst others are unpleasant or even dangerous and the nobility only attend because they have to.
The ruin that birthed a society; the Life and Times of a city in the throes of death.
Tauria is a republic, and has experimented with the ideas of democracy. That is, it used to be a republic. Now its a dictatorship, masquerading as a republic, with laws permitting the army to be thugs.
Home to the fabled Shining Towers, a gleaming beacon of light for miles around.
The California of the Cosmic Era, Turkey
The Forgotten Cemetery is famed throughout the world as a monument to the World War. Only the survivors of the Forgotten Battle and the cemetery's caretaker remembers its true purpose.
If they said Mriulnarth is the Heart of the Demons, then Ashantar is the Beacon of Hope for all humans...
One of the Cosmic Era's most populous and vibrant cities, Novo São Paulo also has one of the widest economic gaps with an underside illustrating its crushing poverty.
"Aye, Averoth! Land of banditry and corruption. Not a place for the faint o' heart, let me tell you. So's me and me mates went for a spell in them plains. We was lookin' for treasure, see, and them rovers and corrupt barons had it. So's we went, killed a bandit or two, maybe a couple o' orc tribes, and we made a fortune. 'Course, when we hit the Capital, we lost it all to thieves, hookers, and drink, but still, the memory of the weight of that sack..."
-Old Gerald, man in the pub.
Don't be fooled by their size and their somewhat intrusive wit, they're the best cooks you can find! - Ulrich Seidenhemd, Chief Magistrate of Neureik.
The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they "rub it", and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
"Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!"
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?