The Age of Vog...The Unending Winter of Discontent, The Epoch of Smoke and Ash.

'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.

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

NC-17

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.

Forsooth!! (whatever the hell that means)

Ever since I bought a copy of Jeffrey Kacirk's Forgotten Words tome, I have become somewhat obsessed with, well...forgotten words. As you read these bizarre, often-silly, and sometimes downright sensible words, phrases and their meanings, you may discover what I did. It seemed that almost every term I came across, instilled some sort of fantasy rpg idea in my head.

I propose a challenge for all word-lovers! Pick any one and do a submission featuring and inspired by said word. Simple enough right? I tried to pick some of the jucier ones.

This can be added to in three ways. Firstly as mentioned, as an entire submission based on one word or phrase. Secondly, more funky archaic terms can be added alphabetically as scrolls, and thirdly, just by using a word or two in future submissions.

If nothing else, these words can be used to pleasantly pepper one's writing!

TOP SECRET! A Pickled Herring

...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!

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

Vog's Children, the Lava-Oil Symbiotes

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

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!

A higly misunderstood flora.

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

*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*

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

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

—Morkoel Rasher, denouncing Moleskin in verse.

Wherever the PCs have gone recently, they have heard the talk. The Doomsday Machine of Toothless Amalgam has stopped spitting out birdseed. The End is nigh.

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

Colossal Water Lilies