Old swords, ancient kings, and forgotten cities. Once the greatest city in the land, now guarded by darkness and death. Akibara was one of the hubs of the east, gateway to the sea, entrance to the lands. Now it lies amid a forgotten desert of ruin and death.
Those that know him have long ago forgotten his last name if he ever had one. Once a respected adventurer of great reknown he has since fell into mindlessness and general senility. An elf of no little confusion, his great knowledge is still available, just difficult to get to.
A fist-sized clot of shadows with strange visual properties.
Dorlyanic Crystal is a substance from which the ancient Dorlyans, godling-race of a distant planet, forged their mighty weapons. Weapons made from it cleave the flesh of the supernatural and the extraterrestrial like a hot knife through butter.
A being descended from the stars to rule over the Empire of B’Gazzi. (It is not actually male, it is asexual.)
Swift and silent, she has a bow and powerful arrows.
A very powerful mage ready to help out anyone in need. She’s very smart so you should usually listen to what she says.She is mainly a specilist in the element of water and a little in the element of air.She takes the ring of fire so she can use the element that she doesn’t know much about as an advantage to learn more about it. She uses a quarter staff as her weapon and she only wears a light robe.
Yuna is kind, shy, and very smart. She loves nature and constently prays to her goddess. She is very young (about 17).
You’re bound to get something interesting when a marriage is made between a pirate lord and a gypsy princess…
A siren has seduced a noble overboard and gifted him with watery breath. Now his family is preparing to go to war with the mer-people, blaming them for his kidnapping. They mer-people have beseeched the players to explain that the siren isn’t even one of thier people and help rescue the noble from the siren.
Problem is, the noble is now daddy.
“Winds and waters keep,
a hush more dead than any sleep”
- W. Allingham, Ruined Chapel.
The trade ships from Menast have failed to arrive, but why?
A guaranteed life-saver in some situations, a good armor anytime. Several miraculous death-and-return situations were observed on its wearers, but seldom attributed to the simple leather armor.
A continuation of the heroes’ journey through Daemonland.
They have passed beyond the mysterious circling armies and entered the burning, poisonous desert of Outer Daemonland. Can they find the way across before the Elephant God beats them to it?
In the savage wastes of Daemonland the More, three armies chase each other in a circle for all eternity….
Normal small knives modified to give fast attacks. Enchanted versions are even more deadly.
An icky sideline plot to a forest adventure.
Getting sick of people who’s destiny it is to save the world? Well, that’s sure as hell not anything Randolphina’s like destiny!
This thick sauce, usually a condiment on the platters of the rich, has found a niche in the equipment of thieves.
Great getaway boots
It is a simple child’s toy, that has granted its owner good fortune. Unfortunately things are never quite what they seem, especially when Corvus is involved.
The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the “Paper Knife” finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured.
After a furious struggle, the “Paper Knife” plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness.
The truth is lost to time.
But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a’flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.