When constabulary duty's to be done

A policeman's lot is not a happy one

When wars have to be fought, these are the grunts of the army who do the hard fighting and risk their limbs and their lives in the battle line where the real danger is.

Somebody has to put the food on the table.

When drunks, thugs and general idiots cause trouble in the bars, taverns and dance halls someone needs to chuck them out.

The sword may be a famous and fearsome weapon, but even the best of them may have problems with it

Why is most magic used for evil? Well, because...

Those magnificent men, in their flying machines...some of them air cadets, others who are long-toothed veterans of war in the air.

Thirty naval officers to sail the seven seas, salty sea dogs all. Some are explorers, some are traders, and others are out on missons of conquest.

Whenever there is conflict or disease you will find medical men and women trying to heal the sick and the maimed. Most are perfectly good people, but by no means not all of them. Whilst many live to serve and do their best for those who they treat, a minority will harm or even kill them, accidentally or otherwise.

Seven twisty canyons for the PCs to pass through and explore on their way to carry out their main quest.

PCs one way or another often end up disturbing tombs and barrows and robbing graves. So what might they find there?

Where the rule of law is seen as being absent, weak, or too oppressive to want, and crime of all kinds flourishes, sooner or later people will take the law into their own hands and become vigilantes. Here are seven such gangs.

Not all armour works as it should do, and these thirty suits of armour all have something wrong with them. (Until I can get it fixed somehow, only the main page link to this submission is working.)

Thirty books, some the kind you could pick up in your local library, others that are carefully hidden away from the general public for good reasons.

The Regal Tombs of Orbis were the place where the richest of the rich were buried, and Bert was sure that if he could break in to a recent two-month old burial he would be wealthy for at least the rest of the year. Since tomb-robbing could get somebody the gibbet, he had gone alone, and now he cursed as he fought hand to hand with the bulbous, distended, decomposing corpse that had leapt up when he tried to steal the grave goods and now beat and clawed at him and swiped at him with a rapier. Every wound it inflicted on his body, he got a little weaker and to his horror, it grew a little stronger and a little less rotten. Not long afterwards, a seemingly living man left the tomb, leaving the body of a grave robber behind. A body that would soon rise...and walk...

It's not that common that humans gain gifts from the Fair Folk, but it does happen.

Seven Scuttling Scary Spiders for the arachnophobic adventurer to face.

Seven more pretty princesses, each with their own distinct personality.

Seven naval commanders with the power of life and death over their men when at sea. Theirs is a lonely post, as they are responsible for their men and the ship that they sail in. Some are legally appointed, others are mutineers with not much to lose.

Seven sharp, steely swords to stab, stick and slice with.