The Barbaric vampire/demonic tyrant Bankskin is responsible for raising humans as livestock for his evil minions. The once prosperous valley has now turned into a tainted death hole fit for no one.
In the center of the great library, seated on a plain pedastal of twisted iron, sits a Grey crystal ball, 30 centimetres in diameter and with a misty interior to it. It is to this ball, that people go to find the whereabouts of books in the library, but the orb is much more complex than its simple task, though few may be aware of it.
Garnar’hklorrrathhhh is a God who rules over his people who has spread across The Land. If asked about this, it would say, “I am amazed at life’s little quirks. It is all a matter of being in the right place at the right time”. You see, since the “Voop” this early lesser orb has become one of the most powerful on the planet.
All of the world is an adventure, and Aunt Queen, as she likes people to call her, has experienced alot of it. Old age has confined her to her home, and curio shop where she collects and sells cameos, books, and antiques.
Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?
An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.
The PCs are hired to remove splinters of discontent and desertion from the feet of the Prince’s Army…
Raign the Kyton is an ancient Kyton demon who have been cursed by his former master with a soul.
Everyone hungers ... and must be fed. But what if the tastes suddenly change?
When the Prince of Thalavor is found dead, floating down the river in a Hero’s Voyage, the King Espegil sends the heroes upriver into unexplored lands to discover the bane that slew him.
The staff is beautiful to look at, made of pure ebony wood with a large diamond set at the top and rusted iron buttons along it’s side. It gives off an aura of very powerful magic.The ebony is scarred by a hit from a sword of some kind.
A child at court, considering the world a private playground
Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose
A life-path fraught with peril can drive anyone over the edge - until you start speaking to spirits, God or .. gods in this case
This weapon is a fine basket-hilted broadsword, with a long sharp iron blade and an aura of power about it that can be sensed faintly by everybody. Those who pick it up for the first time feel safer with the sword in their hand then without it.A large purple amythest jewel is set in the sword’s basket hilt. The user senses that if they press the emerald, others will become scared of them…
The author of many stories, he is blessed by the gods without even knowing it. His stories have more power than most others….
Another scary child’s toy…
A scimitar for the shadow, for the theif, for the assassin but most of all for the Drow.
A precious stone that calls out to those who can hear, a lighthouse for those lost in the darkness of the void.
A fluffy, pink stuffed bear which always seems to end up in unlikely places, and which people tend to get quite attatched to…
An insidious creature, most likely somehow "related" to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional "crunch". The Dead Leaves will then swirl and "rise" up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor.
Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to "identify" in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.