Spare me your Epics!

They consumed Great G'bod. They partook of the Giant Slug's flesh.

“Like a great, green god he stalks the savannah!”

We all remember our first loves!...Thats right! I mean our first rpg characters of course. For many of us, it included a ratty piece of paper, a #2 pencil, and six sided die. Didnt need much more than that back then :D.

Got this idea while reminiscing with Scras. Just post your first character, a few lines to a paragraph, thats all I ask. In the words of Fiddler on the Roof, 'Those were the days my friends.'

Shadows gather...and linger.

Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.

The Jesk family inn.

...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!

What thieves convention can be complete without the ubiquitous Black Market! The specifics can obviously be as varied as one's imagination. In fact, please consider this as the scroll it's intended to be. The more stalls and booths the merrier!! Scras and I would like to see forty or so by next years convention. These are just twelve random ones we came up with. Some are quite standard, while others slightly more unorthodox. Maggot, your 'thief bugs' & their insidious proprietor go here.

Beachcombing and coast-hugging, fantasy style. Animal, mineral, and vegetable. Sea-Junk. Flotsam and jetsam. Encounters and other oddities.

The City of Bells, home of Bornegault's Tongue.

Send in the clowns.

The Whales Graveyard.

Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)

Come visit Qacha’s Neck. Home of the Worlds Oldest Cat

From the same school of thought as, 'Hey GM, which book did I just randomly pull from the shelf of the wizards' library?' No plot hooks here, just flavor additions.

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

The sea is calm, the morning mists clear, the seagulls cry out, and land comes into view

After Buddha died, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave—a tremendous, gruesome shadow. God is dead; but given the way of man, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

-Frederick Nietzsche

For the coddling of the weak and mewling shall one day be the Downfall of All Races!

—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.