Stuff I am meaning to do something with, eventually.
Sitting in a gloom lit by a single candle, the masked and robed figures shuffle into the room. Some are tall. Some are short. Some are round. Some are thin. They are all different, yet they are the same… those that organize and run the city from behind the scenes.
LLorryn of The Singing Steel was known as LLorryn of Rydlin in his lifetime. During that lifetime he crafted thirteen of the famed Singing Blades, as well as numerous other charms and magic items. All are known for his trademark, the ringing sound caused by the magic flowing through them.
The many ways of the Citadel to bind ideas together.
Deep in the rugged Thunderhead mountain range lies the valley of Akelor, once a paradise, now a battleground where reality itself struggles to contain an alien, evil infestation
An adventure, Sourcebook and Monster Compendium set in the Locastus universe
A set of mighty jewelled artefacts, each keyed to one of the eight domains of magic. Once wielded by the Lords of the High Council of Linnarson, today they have been scattered to the four winds: some lost, some destroyed, and some in the hands of the mighty.
A composite calendar devised by magi based on the movement of the stars rather than the movement of the moon or the sun.
Having no real place to put this thought I decided to put it here. This is to be read objectively. This is my opinion and my take on the voting system.
The heroes find the crumbling, overgrown ruins of what appears to be some sort of grand dining hall in the forest. Deciding that it is a good place to camp, the set up a fire in the center. However, they are woken in the night to see skeletons waltzing in the moonlight to organ music that emanates from the open air. The skeletons touch nobody, dancing around them all night.