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

Powlgraff, The Fowl City.

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.

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.'

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

Not quite Science Fiction...

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

Therianthropes? Lycanthropes? Animorphs? Homo-Zoological-Hybrid-Sapiens? Manimals? Take your pick.

During certain years, people in Akgku claim to observe a green flame coming from the sea and erupting upward. It can be observed from a distance of two days' journey or more. After burning for a considerable time, the flame disappears.

—Falklyde Wodinger, Haraconian scholar, in route to wondrous Udross and legendary Akgku.

NC-17

The Whales Graveyard.

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.

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

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

Shadows gather...and linger.

*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*

Colossal Water Lilies

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

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

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