Operating out of Armudstadt, the notorious city of corruption and deceit and centre of the Kingdom of Dernwich, the Duchampe Society takes its name from its founding father, one Vergrin Duchampe, who lived around the 18th century. Duchampe, an Elvish merchantman - or rather, a leader and “godfather” of a great deal of lower Elvish merchantmen, was notorious for his skill at wagers.
The grey talon assassins are a very special group for one reason. They have never been caught. They are impossibly hard to find; many doubt their very existence. Once one has found them, they can be sure the job will be done… for the right price of course.
In a land where dueling is common, the Azure Sword ply their trade. While dueling removes most of the need for assasination, there are still those who can not overcome their enemies by sword.
The part of the body for the soul of the world has been corruped. Woe be to all.
-Wyyrrenek, GreenMan Father 1620
A family heirloom, worn by the son of a fisherman, that raised them out of squalor and into nobility. What is in a man’s heart that can not be corrupted? What can turn the untainted into rage? Pray to the God’s and you never know the outcome.
To fight the Evil, you must learn of The Evil, master its skills, know its techniques, and be able to use its tools. Only then can you train others to fight The Evil.
—Ilvantus of the Black Robes to the general floor at the Creedos Convocation 1137 DO
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.
The religious assassins known as the revenants are some of the most effective killers in Midian.
The first sign of one of the Few is the glow that surrounds it.Most of the survivors of such encounters only saw the glow, for few can fight face to face with the Few and survive to tell the tale.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. The sound softly echoed in the Sanctum’s walls.
Yesterday, new magic appeared upon your world. What happens next.
Magic should be just another form of technology, a means to do things. In most games, it is nothing more than another weapon. Others utilize it as a tool of everyday life.
The desire for immortality is a common one, given our innate fear of death. We share the same desire for immortality of our characters. Potions of immortality are often fakes, while spells of unending life invariably turn the caster into a vampire, or a liche or some other evil creature.
... some invaders come full-force, and are a previous unknown to the current inhabitants. Either way, the world will change.
Imagine a blight that killed off the grasses and grains. This is not an unheard off event. Mutant spores, molds, and diseases have killed off a wide variety, even who classes, of plants in the real world. Something that kills off grasses, sounds like science fiction (and the premise has been used in many “end of the world” movies and stories), but it is very applicable to a fantasy world… especially because they are mostly agrarian.
“Mass Produced Books” was one of the most important shift points in history. This one invention profoundly effected all aspects of life, not only locally, but eventually the entire world.
What would my world be if…. This is a question that many GMs should ask. It will help them flesh out their world. This is a series of articles to expand upon the idea.
You sicken me, son of a false God. Your faith is boundless, yet your power is limited. You serve a weak God and yo ushall soon see the err of your ways. When we rally forth and wipe the slate clean of your pathetic church your crys of injustice will not be heard. Bow before your oppressor.
-Souka Apostle of Sceleris
Let me just say I HATE DROW. The DnD anti-elves really annoy the heck out of me. They are annoying two hit die monsters. They have become hugely popular because of some well written DnD fiction books. Yet, they don’t make sense. So lets try again.
The day passes again. I have recorded the passing of time for half my life. I have recorded the attempts of each of the three hordes of Corrupted to try and breach our sanctity with calm ease. I have watched the brother of my God try vainly attempt to bring down these walls with his misguided followers. The world will know the true history, even if I give my life for the truth.
- Khoal - Scribe of the Order, Watcher of Gotruis
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.