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

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

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.'

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

Come ye who HUNGER!

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

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

Spare me your Epics!

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!

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!

Shadows gather...and linger.

They consumed Great G'bod. They partook of the Giant Slug's flesh.

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

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

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

The Whales Graveyard.

Not quite Science Fiction...

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.

TOP SECRET! A Pickled Herring

Despair! Despair! The Dread Crow’s Glare!