The PC’s find themselves thrust into a whole new world during what they had thought would be a boring trek through the plains…
By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen’s will shall be subject to punishment.
The players have possession of a simple book. It seems like just a curiosity. Then everyone came out of it and things got…. complicated.
In the middle of Noplace, which is just a bit south of NoWhere, there is a village. It seems calm, almost deserted. Eventually the furitive glances from boarded windows, people scurrying off the streets, and a few toughs keeping a careful eye on the strangers, will express the tension that can be cut with a knife.
Most unexpectedly, an omen of fire appears in the sky, bright in the darkness, visible during the day, panic ensues…
Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem…one way or another.
When a falling meteor strikes a superstitious world…
The village of Far Tragin is deep within the dangerous Northen wastes. Yet somehow it has avoided destruction by the monsters who dwell there. The PCs discover that it is a deal with an unlikly ally that protects this town. However, this deal may be failing and Far Tragin is in jeoprady.
The nomads are a neglected people, universally hated and persecuted. Let your characters experience this life…
Unknown to anyone, a glamorous ball for the Duke of Erezi will turn into a confusing and chaotic bloodbath.
Floating cities, legendary spells, sinking islands, and a missing king.
In the wake of the old king’s murder and an ambassador’s summary execution, two rival kingdoms are prepared to fling themselves into a terrible war.
If you helped the Grazuul Tribe, others require similar help. The reward is bigger, as the risks.
The two great continents of the world are bitterly at war and they have been busy creating the ultimate weapon. But the Chromatic Council of Colour Dragons are aware…
The characters are wasps from the devastated nest of Ys’drktha. The other survivors from the cataclysm are being held and tortured in the pits of the neighbouring Ak’thaan nest, being slowly dismembered and eaten by drone wasps or fed to the writhing masses of larvae.
Needed-An ethical character with a long history of promiscuity and/or, preferably, a past love relationship.
The conclusion to “The Blue Books: Part I”, in which the characters are arrested, condemned to death, escape, find out the awful nature of the Blue Books and must face the arch-Necromancer Alcylar Ahem Zed in his Ziggurat Maze. And they might just be in for a surprise…
Trade in the City of Erezzi has long been dominated by two rival consortiums: La Mace d’Ars (the Crimson Mace) and L’Orzi Verci (the Ebony Ring). But the two are forever at each others throats. In 1282 membership of such an organisation was made illegal and both went underground. Now with a quasi-mafioso presence they pervade the city’s businesses, providing security for their members, but causing sectarian tensions between communities.
The characters are stranded on an island, where a wizard, corrupted by the powers of the first Blue Book, has been killed by his own magical experiments. They will discover the awful truth that lurks in his subterranean workshop, and a seed of evil will be sown…
The city of Nausopol is built on stilts. Lots of very sturdy stilts and butresses, of course, because it rises about five hundred feet from the ocean. Even the most terrific of storms is only heard in the city as a distant cacophony of blasts as waves strike the solid stonework fathoms below. It has never been attacked because of its isolation and impregnability.
It's not a place for the faint-hearted: vertigo and sea-sickness are not desirable traits. But when you are standing in the middle of the city there is no way you could tell that you were standing above an ocean, separated only by a gulf of air and a few stones.
A thousand steps lead down from Nausopol to the floating docks. These docks are pitch-coated wooden and can be raised by winches during squalls. Trade with other cities and countries is good: Nausopol is built over a sunken atoll whose minerals are still mined by divers, and it was from this that it originally derived its wealth.
But the principal method of getting to and from the city is by riding the giant sea-eagles which have been captured and bred for that very reason.