“The great hulk of the scaled beast lay wheezing before me, and I am not ashamed to say that I was frightened: though it was injured, I knew the dragon could easily tear me in twain. The young monk, however, knelt beside the creature’s head, whispering to it in a strange growling tongue. I questioned the woman, but she ignored me completely, engrossed in examining the scaly monster. After much badgering, she said merely, ‘I do not mean to be rude, but you are quite a distraction. Please, leave me to my work.’” -Jeron’s Great Journeys, Book III, Chapter 4
Most know the love that goblins have for mushrooms. Few know the lengths they will go to obtain their delicacy.
"The Circus is in town, Dicurion. Make a donation to the good priests of the Laughing God. See if he won't smile down upon us, and wish our little problem away."
-Olrich van Haarkrom
Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.
Entering a new city there are street urchins, hustlers, con men, kidnappers, thieves and burglars looking to make their day’s prophet. The victim, in many cases the PC, is known as the mark and is the target of whatever kind of hustle they have planned. These hustlers are always on the lookout for easy pickings.
Because of this the culture believes in a death walk for those that are getting near natural death, whether it be from oldness or some kind of terminal sickness. They are to leave the home and go through the Death Gate into the Sullen woods where they spend the last days of their life. Once they pass through Death Gate they are never allowed to return. But having a death gate in your own backyard may create more problems then it solves.
Everyone has strings. You just need to know how to pull them. *cue evil laugh* With this “string” of agents, who will respond perfectly to my careful manipulation, the safety of the Kingdom is ensured.
From the outlook of my new and inexpensive flat, I could see her. She was kneeling in the graveyard across the cobblestoned way in front of a fresh grave. She was in dark mourning gear, complete with those large black hats that were the fashion. A lost lamb I supposed, recently wed, recently widowed, crying for the loss of a loved one. She had been there two days that I noticed, as well as their nights. She never seemed to move, so locked she was in her grief. As I drank a lonely nightcap, I caught the glimpse that changed me. In the pale moon light, I saw the grave buckle. In a foul corruption of Athenean birth, some spawn sprang forth. Not taking my eyes off the horrid scene, I reached over to the weapon I had been cleaning. Before I could grasp it fully, the petite young widow of my imagination cleared a saber concealed under her over cape and removed its loathsome head. After checking her kill, she looked up at me; backlit I assumed by the lamp in the room. She was not just a simple widow, she was Mourner. I held up my glass in a true salute from one professional to another. At that point I knew two new things: That the Unnatural truly had become more active as I had been hearing in the back alleys and I needed to move far from that graveyard.
Not all vampires in the land of the dead are bloodthirsty killers that want to take over the world. Some are satisfied with immortality and want to spend an eternity without strife in seclusion away from contant war with the humans.
This is a knightly order of the kingdom, which does not require its members to of noble line, just noble attitude. Each member must be knighted for duty to kingdom or be of knightly rank (or greater) by birth. The order was formed by the Queen of the Rose, Queen Isa, hence the name. The order’s primary duty is as The Queen’s Guard.
The Order of Eternal Flame was a great order of the past, dedicated to bringing law and justice to The Lands. The Dragon Knights brought a golden age to the Elder Times. Unfortunately, they were betrayed and that golden age has been lost.
An organization whos guild hall has been around more more then 1500 years. Here is where Rangers skills are tested to their limits…
These necromancers are maintanied by the warlord-king of Delegroth, in order to augment his armies and decimate his foes.
The Pillar of Zech is a quasi-Masonic secret society that exists throughout the continent of Laurentia. The goals of the Pillar are the active promotion of the Seven Princely Virtues (courage, honour, independence, intelligence, integrity, piety and revenge) across the world.
Many noble lords offend people of equal or greater rank as themselves. In the kingdom of Aoh Chiane, these offenses are dealt with in duels. But, of course, the nobility of Aoh Chiane do not fight their own fights…
A loose organization of those touched by the elemental plane of Smoke to combat the PCs
The Greens are a group of balance between the Colors, the factions of Blue and Yellow.
The Order of the Iron Gauntlet is the oldest in the Kingdom. They are the order of the King’s Guardian Knights. Though they are Generals and Warriors of note, they act as the King’s bodyguards in battle and interesting situations.
There are always factions at Court. These “teams” are color coded for your convience. However, it is not always good to wear your affiliations on your sleeve.
A great listing of names and short descriptions as well as fleshed out groups/ societies/ and organizations.
Five main ingredients were used to create this noxious, real-world (ridiculously named), chemical compound, featuring sulfur as the main ingredient. The odor was said to be akin to rotting refuse, decomposing carcasses, and fecal matter. "Who-Me?" Was developed during WW II by the OSS to aid the French Resistance against the Germans. The idea being to utterly humiliate and ultimately demoralize the enemy by making them stink of garbage left to rot under a hot sun.
The bizarre experiment did not last long however as "Who-Me?" could not be administered on select targets (controlled), without making everyone in a certain radius, friend, foe, and sprayer alike, stink as well