“ The dwarven gods true names can only be known by dwarves. They are referred to by nicknames in the presence of non-dwarves. I.E. Gudurran( Allfather) Baenna ( Hearthmother) Dudrak ( Ore), etc. No torture or magic or direct intent can reveal their true names to non-dwrves.”
“ Hungry Tumbleweeds
It is almost impossible to believe. Simply mind bending. These carnivores are actually the strangest undead you can meet! With ac as plate and 2HD, these animated plants are found in desert and grass lands. They are effected by anything that harms undead, hiding among ordinary tumbleweeds. Whats next Killer Tomatoes!?!?
Ever wonder where minor evil souls go that are unclaimed. Wonder no more. Minor evil souls wander unclaimed throughout the worlds.ordinary tumbleweeds attract them for unknown reasons. These souls also tend to group and somehow find the weeds. When the weeds are disposed of there is a 50% chance that the souls will survive and go into another weed.”
“ Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the 'Ash-Wind' comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.”
