Vog's Children, the Lava-Oil Symbiotes

Once a year, and each year in a different place, the wandering bazaar and social gala that is the Thieves Convention is held. Invitations Only!

Outtakes from the duo's many travels beyond the Polished Sea, cataloging some of the stranger creatures they encountered.

Pets mind you. Not exotic monster companions. No saddled dire-boars to be found here. No purple worm caravans.

A vulgar name for a very minor creature, granted, yet the whore-spider doesn't seem to mind its appellation.

"A-Wan, A-Wan, A-Wan". Awanggis is an unassuming place blessed with good clean water from a subterranean source.

Spare me your Epics!

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.

The Whales Graveyard.

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

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

Font of Damnable Contemplation

Or Bearshrews if you prefer. The debate rages on among naturalists. Both names are used interchangeably for these creatures.

The Jesk family inn.

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

'When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,'

-Shakespeares 29th Sonnet.

Hot off the Press! These are not your eldritch manuals or ancient folios of doom. These are random books, a GM can use whenever a PC reaches for a shelf, which usually happens when said GM is least expecting it. These can be found in most libraries, many private homes, and anywhere else one could expect to find a book. More than a few have some built-in plot hooklings as well, while others, like many books of our age, are plain drivel.

Food of the gods.

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

—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.

A short tale about a shovel, a spade, and two trowels