The fearsome horror of the Drow-Beholder-Liche!
Also known as Moon the Loon, Goon Beard, and Who?
Since magic can be used so powerfully for evil, why are there not a lot more evil and/or deranged wizards around in the world?
Caeser193 recently posted an article about how magic has made war obsolete, below please find seven ways to keep magic and magic users from dominating warfare
Within these Towers reside some of the most feared sorcerers ever to have blighted the lands of men.
A very brief look at some minor Elemental familiars.
A hidden gem in the hinterlands of Calcobrina
A magical device that grants the ability to shapeshift
30 more limitations to the practise of magic, aka Why Everyone Cant be a Magic User
The Baron Trotha is responsible for most of the recent trouble in Vallermoore, and yet not even his most trusted minions have ever seen his face, as he wears crimson robes and a skull-like mask of black-painted steel. Why he is attacking the Kingdom is unknown, as he has never bothered to explain his actions. But with the kidnapping of King Montor's daughter, he may have gone too far this time...
A young Kumbra seeking knowledge from humans and fulfilling the unlikely roll of protector of a trade route.
"You do not need to be a cleric to bring light into the world."
(a Mage follower of Isis, npc suitable for any fantasy campaign with gods of light.)
An equipment listing of items useful to mages and wizards, but not quite deserving full submissions of their own.
The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.
A greater examination of the Magician’s best friend, his familiar.
A demon’s kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.
To the winds with memorizing spells and counting mana points.
A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.
Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.
Fedolf, the notorious headsman of Iddland, is known as much for his beheadings as for his operatic arias of doom. A tower of power, standing nearly seven feet tall, and weighing in at almost four hundred pounds, Fedolf strikes fear in all onlookers, especially when he dons his executioner's hood, and goes shirtless, wielding his gigantic double-bladed pole-axe, on his way to the headsman's block. He possesses a beautiful singing voice, and will often send off his charges into the next life, while belting out baritone dirges and antiquated arias, usually involving death, destiny, and duty, in heavy doses.