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.

Powlgraff, The Fowl City.

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.

Torture...pure and simple.

Spare me your Epics!

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

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.'

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

*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*

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

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

'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.

A higly misunderstood flora.

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

Font of Damnable Contemplation

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

Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.

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

Come ye who HUNGER!

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