TOP SECRET! A Pickled Herring

Font of Damnable Contemplation

Not quite Science Fiction...

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.

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

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

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

'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.

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

During certain years, people in Akgku claim to observe a green flame coming from the sea and erupting upward. It can be observed from a distance of two days' journey or more. After burning for a considerable time, the flame disappears.

—Falklyde Wodinger, Haraconian scholar, in route to wondrous Udross and legendary Akgku.

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!

NC-17

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

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

Shadows gather...and linger.

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

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.

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

Colossal Water Lilies

Powlgraff, The Fowl City.