The local lord has been deprived of his prize family heirloom, the thief isn’t exactly a thief, but rather an absent minded wizard. Get the heirloom from the kindly but absent minded professor. Simple, right? Well, except for the fine print.
In the great town plaza the magnificent edifice of the Basilica of Kestidel has stood for many generations. This elaborate gothic structure is the hub of power of the clergy. It has been a bastion of faith for the surrounding lands. Not only have the spiritual affairs of the populace been governed here but also it is a centre of the community that has proved resolute in time of crisis, whether through war, pestilence or famine. In the myriad of crypts beneath its sanctified grounds lie interred many thousands of bones of the dead, as these crypts are the place of burial for the worshipers.
Fairly small and innocuous looking, appearing to be little more than broken trinket, a dissassembled "ship in a bottle", this artifact of immense magical power only starts to show it’s power as you meticulously rebuild the ship in the bottle.
The weapon has elvish writting on the hilt, which describes the power of the blade and a warning to whomever may use it. the main users are elvish warriers and members of a royal family as it is normally handed down a family line. The blade is made of platinum which shines mother of pearl and when commanded to it can submerge itself in boiling water which can get up to 110 degrees. The attacker can not withstand the blade near them or on there skin, as the blade enters the body the boiling water will burn them from the inside out within a matter of seconds.
The Ellis of Kestidel is the main building to register as a citizen of Kestidel. It is located outside of the city and thus must have its own defenses.
One Immortal. One nation. One wizard. Can you foil his evil attempt to attain immortality?
Below the white spumes of the wind blown sea, in the inky depths of the oceans vast domain, lie fantastic cities and civilizations undreamt of by surface dwellers. While most think tales of such are legends, the sea faring folk know better.
In the Great Blue Bay, there is a deep undersea drop canyon that leads to a great aquatic plain. Both surface dwellers and sea dwellers utilize the great aquatic forrest and harvest its bounty. Here the Lands of Men meet the Kingdom of the Deep. The place that they meet is called Neptune’s Court.
It has been many years since the War of Decay, but the fallen still keep steadfast vigil over the border, even if they were once fallen enemies.
There is a place of mystery and wonder located to the east of the Prosary Midlands. Three towers on a plain of mirror shined obsidian that ring a fourth tower that is entirely supported by nothing more than thin air, above the spires of the other three towers. Volturn’s Towers are considered a magical wonder to behold. Tales of the towers agree on one thing: there’s a lot of strange things happening there!
A socially inept and ugly human monk, with a smattering of arcane skills, on a quest of vengeance to find his mentor’s killers.
A burned and withered female elven ranger, with a hatred of giants, a love for animals, and a desire to seek out and thank the man who saved her life and disappeared just as quickly.
One of the most powerful relics of the persecuted People of the Coral is the Saviour, a beautiful multi-coloured coral trident that has saved them more then once from total destruction in the wars of the past,and was given to them by their goddess…
A glass-coated axe of stone capable of inflicting much worse damage to the foes armor than to the foe…
A firebow, though no longer the staple weapon that it was during the era of it’s modernity, is still a powerful and versatile missile weapon in it’s own right.
The Seer of Ceylon has had an ominous vision. A warrior clad all in black armor, a horde of demons at his back, and a woman equally vile at his side shall assault Ceylon in the coming weeks. Ceylon shall fall, and burn, and a darkness such as man has never known shall fall upon the world. To prevent this, he has called the PCs forth, and ordered them to slay the man in his vision…
Blessed by three of the Spirits of Nature,it ensures that the wielder will slay his foe in any duel. Provided he always fulfills the requirements laid down by the first wielder.
Magical cloak that acts as armor. Protection against normal and magical attacks as well as holy spells. Gives creatures who are harmed by light and sunlight immunity. Give wearer the ability to become invisible at night. Sentient and cursed. See full description for details.
Raven man is half raven an half man. He has bird feet and wings.
Casting Bones - same as that used by witch doctors.
A shield of odd design, created not only to parry, but to destroy the foe’s ability to attack.
The food that eats you back.
Creatures of nightmare, the thankfully rare Mesnoi have unique form and attributes. Only one Mesnoi at a time will ever be "encountered".
In appearance, a Mesnoi resembles a walnut-sized chunk of freshly-roasted red meat from some uncertain yet familiar, edible animal. The insidious creature camouflages itself quite appropriately whenever it can, by slowly making its way amidst feast tables and trays of roasted meats.
Once eaten by the unsuspecting, the Mesnoi sinks down to the stomach, reforming if chewed, and begins to lap up the gastric fluids, digestive juices, and bile that it craves, like a sponge.
The Mesnoi carrier will experience mild to severe stomach pains during this time.
After a few hours of this (this is the only time that the Mesnoi can be purged with magic, or other mundane means), the Mesnoi transforms into its true form inside its victim, that of a miniature, once more walnut-sized, pot-bellied, devil-horned, snake-tailed imp. This horrid little creature then begins to chew and eat its way out of the victim from the inside out with its tiny, razor-sharp teeth, like a rat forced to do so via torture.
The victim almost always dies a slow, agonizing death. That much is certain. The devilish imp then exits its victim and begins its seventy two hour existence of mischief and malevolence, until it once more turns back into a hunk of roasted meat with the movement capabilities of a snail.