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.
This looks like an elaborately fashioned wooden egg-cup, but it is a powerful magical tool, used mainly by witches to conjure up spirits and familiars.
A bitter lady of the night, who has found a better occupation: removing the lives of those who once used her.
“First, I nibbled on his earlobe. Then, I bit into it, letting the red, red blood roll down his neck. Then, when he screamed and started tearing at me, I ripped the flesh from his hand. Ah, it tasted so good! Yes, yes! Then, I ripped through his jugular, and bit through his spine! Yessss…..”
An enigmatic ship arrives through the mists…
Something strange has infected the land. Plants and Animals are taking on the characteristics of other plants and animals. Many are harmless, others have become monsters. The effect has spread from the near by wilds and into the populated areas. The first person has been infected by this strange malady.
What appears to be a foul smelling olive oil, is actually one of the Grand Enchantments of the Alchemical craft. It is an alchemical tool used to make flesh as moldable and mergable as clay.
A mighty force is building in the East, and all of Strolen’s Citadel must band together if we are to have any hope of defeating it.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman