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!

Come ye who HUNGER!

Everyone can think of a favorite song or two (or three) which can easily be translated into a fantasy rpg concept, be it an item, plot, location, or what have you. Just take the lyrics of your favorite real-life ditty, and go from there!

Powlgraff, The Fowl City.

Food of the gods.

Viva la Musca!

30+ slightly-off or downright demented flies for your campaign.

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

Send in the clowns.

Not quite Science Fiction...

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

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

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

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

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

The Jesk family inn.

A peculiar guild of specialists. "Flick your ticks, slice your lice, squeeze your fleas."

30 unique ships, for those times when you need one on the fly. The class or type of each ship is provided. Included are three odd ones from the pages of history.

NC-17

Space-Faring, Hard-Rocking, Metal-Grinding, Star-Tripping, Deathdealing, Dwarves.

Beware the amphibious wolves my child, and most of all, avoid the red-eyed crow!