An Elven artifact with no other purpose but to spread hatred and mayhem.
A devout fighter, protector of his family, willing to go to any length to serve his homeland.
A potion of great strength, it is a finely brewed tea that restores Constitution, as well as gives the drinker an unusual burst of Strength, due to the high levels of caffine. Tastes great chilled and with a drop of honey and lemon.
Though he is shunned as a beast to the outside world, none could deny his skill.
Made for a wealthy carpenter to ease his workload, those that have it can find other uses for it. Used to cut perfect holes in wood or create wood doll rods.
The Duke Wars have torn apart the kingdom. Now, two dukes battle for supremacy. Will the heroes help the ambitious and noble deSandreaux or the beautiful and brave Christine?
The finest ring of them all, brings Life wherever it ends up. You may need its powers, but will you accept all that will be drawn to it?
A knight of the dragon god zandragaal, memeber of the dragonwright.
Shunned and exiled, Shkur-Lotan the Boiled seeks to engulf the world in flesh-scalding steam.
A corrupted captain of the Western Empire.
The city of Yoralaruk knows how to keep it’s secrets, and it has many to hide. It is up to the heroes to discover what the truth behind it’s darkest secret.
A magical plauge is disrupting the city of Blue Marina. Victims are found poisioned and covered in weals and, oddly, pennyless. Can the players solve this crisis before rich and poor are destroyed?
The gargantuan engine of destruction that has slept for centuries. But it has tired of travelling the paths of sleep and dreams…
Deep within the bowels of the earth, the great structure of reality finds itself at siege.
And Cain said “Blood of my Blood, Soul of my Soul, partaketh of the Blood of the mortals, who art like the swine and chattel of the earth.”
If you helped the Grazuul Tribe, others require similar help. The reward is bigger, as the risks.
An elder lich recently returned from a journey across the worlds who seeks an artifact of ancient times.
A regular female Robin Hood with an appreciation for relaxation.
The Sword has returned from long and ancient exile. Can it’s glory be kept from falling into the wrong hands?
Long lost beneath the raging seas, the Sword holds the pure power that nobody could ever contain.
The nations of the Kolm surpasses all other barbarians in their wilderness of life. Thoug they do just bear the likeness of men, of a very ugly pattern, they are so little advanced in civilization that they make no use of fire, nor any kind of relish, in the preparation of their food, but feed upon the roots which they find in the fields, and the half-raw flesh of any sort of animal. I say half-raw, because they give it a kind of cooking by placing it between their own thighs and the back of their horses. They fight in no regular order of battle but by being extremely swift and sudden in their movements, they disperse, and hen rapidly come toghether in loose array. They spread havoc over the vast plains and flying over the ramparts, they pillage the camp of their enemy almost before he has become aware of their approach. They are the most terrible warriors for when in close combat with swords and flails they fight without regard to their own safety, and while their enemy is intent upon parrying the thrust of the swords, they will entangle him with their chains so that he loses all power of walking or riding.
Excerpt from "The peoples of the world" By Taklamarian court-scholar Guliman Amon.