Talahar, the blending of steel and magic to create an unstoppable army and men..
Created 10,000 years ago by the blood and sweat of every dying race that was raped and plundered by the dragons…
Children have been disappearing from a herding village for the past 3 years. The superstitious locals blame it on the “gatha”, a troll living in the woodlands.
In the forest, there is a small vale where there are no cats, and only the battered ruins of a long dead mage named Gargamel.
Do not become the beast you hunt…
Touched by the gods, this ancient blade is also called the Hero’s Sword, Trevor’s Folly, and Fooldoom depending on which song or tale is being told about it.
A weapon of unsurpassed power that takes a dire toll on its wielder.
Abasil, home of the Wood Elves
Don’t just lug your loot around put it to work
When an old map is found in a floating bottle by a fishing ship, and is sent to a mage for solving what the ancient symbols on it mean, the old piece of paper becomes more than a map.
All know that Elves cannot die, and that Men do. All know that Men go unto the Underworld upon their death, and that the Elves retire unto the Spiritual Elysium. Yet in the Great Scheme, where goes the one with one foot in the Underworld, and one foot in the Realm of Spirit?
An unusual woman, with twelve debts she can never repay.
He may be a small green goblin but donÃ¢t tell him that or he might show you otherwise.
A staff of great power in the hands off those who manipulate the strands of fate.
The players have possession of a simple book. It seems like just a curiosity. Then everyone came out of it and things got…. complicated.
Amos only wanted to please you with his music.
The quirky gnome captain of the small air ship the Flying Gopher. Knooble and his crew sell out their services of hauling cargo or quick travel.
He is a very powerful mage for his age at 26. He has led a very normal life, well at least as normal as you can get with a mage.
The greedy demon, Shikan, terrorized the countryside of the North, killing whomever and plundering whatever he fancied. No one dared to challenge his might, and his ego and reputation grew bloated and over-ripe…
The bell calls from its lonely tower, ringing across the valley. For whom does the bell toll, it tolls for thee…
A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...