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

A higly misunderstood flora.

Come ye who HUNGER!

Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.

The Whales Graveyard.

Gifts from the King! Given to those explorers and adventurers, his highness deems worthy of being commissioned to travel on his business, into the northern territories.

Spare me your Epics!

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

—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.

side-quest-ish and open-ended to be sure.

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

Destroyer of Dynasties, Killer of Kings, Bane of Broods, Curse of the Ruling Elite!

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.

Inspired by # 16 on Cheka's 30 Lizard-man Gifts in-work and Coley's Chart of O' Bashing Death. A gift from the lizard-men. A pet crocodile, as loyal as a dog.

Food of the gods.

Shadows gather...and linger.

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

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!

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

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

The Horrors and Wonders of a distant, sun-drenched land. Everything you need to run a desert campaign!