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.
A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.
"a new (scientific) truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it."
Known as the Witch-Queen of Togaille, the White Lady, and the Liche Elfbane.
Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.
A social group of women who meet for purposes of ‘knitting’ and sharing gossip.
only peasants and commoners call them wizard’s robes, those of the art know their true name.
By Merlin’s Beard!
Dare you approach the great and mighty Modock! KNEEL!
A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.
There was a mage once who dreamed of magic being there for everybody, and with his "Leveler" wand he might well have turned his dream into reality.
30 slingers of spells, vendors of enchantment, and bizarrement.
Thirty Mages for every kind of magical world out there.
Do as thou Will…
I will make a prison that is as inescapable as the crime that infests our cities and towns
No, no. This hasnt been done correctly. Move aside imbecile…
On the surface, Sir Edmund Verney is a very good man, deeply loved by most citizens of Karnivhal. He is a war hero, knighted on the battlefield,a curer of diseases, and one of those who purged the country of evil mages. However, he himself has a deeply hidden secret life, that he wants very much to keep hidden by any means nesscessary…
In too many games, role-playing takes a back seat to Kewl Powerz, a tag given to the multitude of spell lists, special abilities, and innate powers claimed by a character. Many times this is a problem of munchkins, or blowing up stuff becoming more important in a game than role-playing though alternate personas.
Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem…one way or another.
While travelling near the edge of a forest the air is filled with the wailing of battle horns. Soon a large group of mounted cavalry will gallop by in a panicked rush. Some will spot the party and shout "Flee! Flee for your very lives!"
Several minutes later, hundreds of running infantrymen will be spotted. A large group of white clad knights fiercely chanting a battle song is in full pursuit. One of the white knights carries a banner of a white horse on a black background. The horse is rearing under a gold crown, indicating the presence of the Paladin Prince. As the horrified infantrymen struggle to flee into the forest, the zealots charge into their midst and cut them down by the tens and hundreds.