A wraith turned a wandering fairy into a a fairy wraith. It turned on it's own people and destroyed the entire nest of faries. Except one. And now that one needs your help.

And you thought they were always cute all the time...

A magical plauge is disrupting the city of Blue Marina. Victims are found poisioned and covered in weals and, oddly, pennyless. Can the players solve this crisis before rich and poor are destroyed?

In case you get a sinking feeling, you can use this.

Chaos and Law have reached a comprmise and stopped thier warring. This truce holds as long as the respecitve priests honors the other's ways for one day of the year. Lawful preists must incite a large decadant celebration or carelessness and the chaotic priests must chaperone the event and keep the party from turning ugly while remaining out of involvement. Thus the warring of the gods has been kept in check for decades and all is well. At least untill the materials for the party come up missing two short weeks before the truce day...

A sturdy metal heater shield with properties useful to the battle commander or the individual soldier.

The rampaging goblin army that fell the Great Castle Craghold used this evil catapult to do it. That, and a number of their troops as sacrifice...

A wrong turn in an other wise well meaning curse leaves the PC's in a tight spot...

That's no moon ...

A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.

Not only an interesting species of fungi, but a fashion statement as well!

A cleaver the size of a large shield.

A new take on hell that leaves you gasping on the edge of panic.

'Life, what is it but a dream?' - Lewis Carroll

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

Thin, tough, gummy almost to a point of rubber, and pitch black in color, it was only by sheer accident that anyone outside the drow race ever learned it was food.

Axes were made to cut down trees. The Living Trees of Blackwood forest decided the best thing for thier axe to cut down was men.

A dwarf's fear of the ocean is not baseless. In the unknowable depths lurks an evil that will punish any dwarf arrogant enough to be on anything less than solid land, and unfortunate enough to die.

A staff that was supposed to give control over all the elements was horribly warped by a misspoken incantation.

What the F#$%??? - Revolutionary Commander Flint Westbark upon seeing the device for the first time.

A sword made by ancestors, of ancestors, for desendants. The spirits of the warriors gone before help serve this blade's master in battle.

We've seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?