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…
A wandering, former knight, who saves lives and steals for good causes.
An oval a full mile and a quarter in circumfrence, infield thick with dark grass, surrounded by white fences and stands enough to seat two thousand spectators. The smell of hay, horse sweat, and excitement is strong in the air…
Forget the white mare with swan wings, Spellshaper is a completely different kind of pegasus. He is a hell raising, head tossing, hot blooded beast with one driving passion…to race.
The most important horse race of the year is fast approaching, thousands are expected to attend. Too bad that the horse favored to win has gone missing…
Small bits of precious metal, and flawless jewels woven into the mane of a noble steed
Dark Lands is a dark magical prison/labrynth created by a long dead Dark Mage. His secrets were kept alive by his followers and they sold enchanted artifacts to those with enough riches to purchase them. These artifacts contain the power to spellcast the target into the deadly prison where it’s victims worst nightmares are manifested into reality. Read more in the full version!
A prized possession lost ... easy to hurt, difficult to find, and with a tendency to lose itself again, only a white feather left behind…
Leather gloves that grant one the ability to manipulate metal.
“Bah!” The bowman cried, for his bow had fallen apart in his very hands, after firing but one arrow! “Wait until I get to that weaponsmith. These arrows are obviously cursed!” The bowman discarded the quiver of 200 arrows by the road, where scavengers found it, and each separate arrow went their own ways with different owners, as time passed. Some found them cursed. Others, found that they may not be as cursed as one thinks.
Rain slowly builds, thunder and lightning continue to roll in. Road muddies, horse/wagon getting stuck in the mud. Thunder strikes coinciding with a deep hole a horse just walked in, horse panics, breaks its leg (maybe just sprain?). Horse is decompacitated and the rain just went from pouring to an all out monsoon. Shelter needs to be found, horse needs to be taken care of, covered in mud, add the posibility of items being lost to the confusion with the wind and dealing with spooked animals.