Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!

Torture...pure and simple.

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!

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

Vog's Children, the Lava-Oil Symbiotes

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.

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

Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.

The Whales Graveyard.

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

TOP SECRET! A Pickled Herring

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

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

Come ye who HUNGER!

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

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

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.

Colossal Water Lilies

E'Scatonia's demon-wrought strongbox held her favorite things.