Parties have a habit of getting out of hand, especially when it’s the young and wild generation. Sometimes, parties get a little more than out of hand, if the spirit moves the guests.
An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.
- "Course heading, Captain?"
- "Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning."
A hazardous climb for a wonderous cure
A second chance
Witch trials are common enough in the Kingdom and few who stand accused have any hope of escaping the hangman, despite the fact that it is rare for the accused to have any real magical power, malign or otherwise.
In a land known only as legend, in a tower that could only be myth, beings of immortal evil wait for freedom. The Ones who Hunger for Pain are coming to give it to them.
Few things attract attention quite like the death of a star.
Martha’s coming wasn’t a lucky sign. A heavy birth and a deformed face left even the midwife distrustful. But the child turned out healthy.
A random description pulls the players into the dangerous, scheming web of politics…
The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?
A simple mission for a Dragon, but of course, nothing is ever simple with Dragons.
‘Come in my friend, be seated with your fellows. I am Ruufon and I hope your sleeptravel has refreshed you and washed away the weariness of your wanderings…’
The Right of Revenge, the Law of an eye for an eye, is also known as the Widerdonum, the repayment. Not debt burns as brightly or as painfully as that of vengeance
Each new home prides itself on its idol and as each new home receives its idol, the power within them grows, glows and connects. ...They are the bringers of wonderment and gifts but little do the townsfolk know, for the Shithiran are the takers of everything.
When armed men barricade the road and demand money, be careful how you respond.
They just might have a legal right to do so.
The Great Bell has been rung, and the Tribe of Talna has been summoned. Now someone must discover why random people are suddenly traveling towards an isolated range of mountains.
This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something…
A war of ambition threatens the unseelie houses of Thiran Nar.
The King is dead.
So who killed him?
By late afternoon, the sky starts to cloud over. The sun shines behind the fluffy clouds, gilding the edges and showing a Jacob's-ladder of rays streaming through the gaps...very pretty. Gradually the clouds shift into a new configuration: you realize with awe-struck, preternatural clarity that the clouds form a map of a coast-line that you know against the blue sky as ocean: surely it's a Sign! Suddenly, the golden beams coalesce into one long ray that strikes across the blue. A star-like gleam flashes under the ray: perhaps it is an island? But the charts show no island there...who would want to hide an island? Who could do it?