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

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

Colossal Water Lilies

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.

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

Not quite Science Fiction...

Wieberburl, home of the peculiar Book-Fish.

Send in the clowns.

Powlgraff, The Fowl City.

NC-17

Space-Faring, Hard-Rocking, Metal-Grinding, Star-Tripping, Deathdealing, Dwarves.

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

A vulgar name for a very minor creature, granted, yet the whore-spider doesn't seem to mind its appellation.

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

The Whales Graveyard.

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

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.

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

Before there was the National Enquirer, there was Kaboo.

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