Forty worlds, only linked by the Rules of Engagement
Forty Worlds - held together by the Rules of Engagement
A stub, very much in development…
The great cone of steam, fire and ice.
Wieberburl, home of the peculiar Book-Fish.
When mans’ smallest, and most deadly, enemy strikes the world is thrown back into a darker, more primitive age.
A post-apocalyptic setting for any system.
This alchemy shop has two faces - its above ground establishment which serves the general public with the typical love potions, cure-alls and whatnote, and a ‘secret’ below-ground operation which is where the real action is…
To the first or casual observer, this island sitting out in the ocean seems normal, if not heavily covered with lush trees and foliage. To those who have extensive nautical experience know something is amiss, especially since the island is never in the same place twice.
The Horrors and Wonders of a distant, sun-drenched land. Everything you need to run a desert campaign!
The valley of the elves between Night and the Waterfalls
The Wizards of the Guild have found the remains of the legendary dragon Alturgerax, but they're not sharing!
A den of mercenaries, murderers, bounty hunters and thieves…
A mysterious quarry. Feel free to suggest explanations - it’s just an eerie thought that struck me that I intend to play with.
In the dawning of time, a mighty civilization, mystical and alien, flourished in the oceanÃ¢??s unseen depths. Their day has passed, but their hidden metropoli linger on.
Behind the plains, beyond the mountains, and far after many leagus of the sea, is a place like you wouldn’t believe… (STUB)
“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.”
Some places are too dangerous to enter, even approaching them can mean adventure. What is forbidden is forbidden for a reason.
In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well…
When all attempts at healing have failed, then the Gate of Life may be one’s only hope to live again…
The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!
I tell you, I get this itch on my lip when I think about Sgriob and the waters of the casks…
Captain Wandren, Ship’s logs