The scent of magic
"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn’t fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn’t know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.
Despite his lackluster personal hygiene, Captain Geezo has a certain magnetism…
A traveling dungeon of canvas and props…
"Yes, my kung-fu is strong. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to learn this style…"
Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito
Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic
Yet another use for the ubiquitous Iron Spike.
These are the Gods of Food and Eating! Beware their culinary prowess and tremble before the might of their cookery! These are… More Placeholder Gods!
"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.
The Mughal of the Gremils, the Shah of Lag, the most devoted of Mathom.
Yet another list of 30, this time fiendish foes, vile villians, and and dastardly do-badders.
An outcaste goblin with a sadistic streak and a secret talent
A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and left off for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat. -P.J. O’Rourke
For barrel that explode when you shoot them, there’s only one name you can count on, that’s ACME.
Sometimes an item can be a little too effective…
Capable of delivering up to 20 iron spikes per minute at nearly the velocity of an arrow, the Iron Spike Launcher-9000 is the front line weapon of his most elite clock-work soldiers.
The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!
Never buy your potions from the Discount Dealer…
[Pariah] 4:20 pm: OMFG!!! It’s a gremil swarm.
Half-serious, half-silly, a scroll of cosmetic and related products for the undead amongst you. Use and abuse at your own risk.
The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path.
A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.