The darkens as travelers draw near, the wind begins to pick up, to howl. Here, the sun does not shine, the stars and moon are forever hidden by the Stormshroud, the eternal storm...

By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen's will shall be subject to punishment.

In the forest, there is a small vale where there are no cats, and only the battered ruins of a long dead mage named Gargamel.

The bell calls from its lonely tower, ringing across the valley. For whom does the bell toll, it tolls for thee...

Well, some of the old timers still work the mines, but the biggest news out in these parts is that the ARC is going to lay a line of rail through the Canyon.

That there is a big gun, partner...
Sure is. Feeling lucky?
Uh...no

Sure, everyone 'round these parts knows who Dan the Dastardly Dog is. Last I heard the ARC had him cornered up in Demadex Canyon, a little silver mining town in the Arizona territory...

A famous hero has died, but his dying request was the be buried beneath the willow, and he has asked the PCs if they will carry his body there and bury him.

To many, the clerics of the Gods of Death are reviled as evil monsters, conspirators of demons, and raisers of undead armies. How often is the common perception wrong?

Few can match the monk for physical accievement. Few monks can match Ember, the Disciple of the wind...

Always on the cutting edge of fashion and the talk of the courts, Mialee the Beautiful is the supermodel of the fantastic world...

quick of wit, strong of sword arm, and irresistable to the ladies, Redgar the valiant is the epitome of the heroic warrior.

Most unexpectedly, an omen of fire appears in the sky, bright in the darkness, visible during the day, panic ensues...

The Seven Lords of the Peninsulari each wore a magical signet ring identifying them as a sovereign lord.

Arriving in a small village the adventurering party is drawn into a meeting of the Parish Guild...

Manifold collections of wheels, and gears, springs and coils, all bound by the inexoriable tread of time.

Saint Duncan is dead, and lies in his tomb, but every year thousands will visit it to lay their hands on the cold stone, and whisper a prayer to the patron saint of exorcism.

The chimera is a trifold beast, and the Chimeric ring likewise is a trifold item, both magical, and cursed.

Eyes darkened with kohl, and a long trailing cotehardie, Prince Graeme is a potent sorcerer and eccentric young lord with his eyes set to one goal, the throne of the land.

Nestled among the smaller and less noticed store fronts, hidden among the sundry vendors, and purveyors of beads, cheap jewelry, and meat-on-a-stick products in a small building that smells strongly of hot linen, cotton, soap...and goblin.