A little snug for me, but you...a perfect fit.

30 tanks and not quite tanks and it looks like a tank but legally it isnt.

Seven ways to limit potion abuse, or preventing players from shotgunning three gallons of potions before a fight

Courtly contessas, contributed and collaborated upon by Citadelians!

It's a crappy Mk.9 Sunbeam pistol, I'll give you 200 credits for it.

Sgt. Dietzman, retired ordinance officer and gun dealer

a cooking system for the DungeonVerse

A wasteland, a vast expanse of ogre infested, nightshade choked swamp...

A voice as supple as silk, a face hidden in the shadows of a hood, yet the words she speaks are colder than the grave and burn more furiously than any inferno.

one entry each for 30 different 30 lists

The Cohaagen Apparatus is an illegal piece of technology used for memory manipulation.

An emerald, the size of three fists, and burning with an inner light. A most worthy prize for any adventuring party.

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

In the royal year 451, also known as the year of Red Leaves, something strange occured. A star fell blazing from the heavens, in to the Midlands. Imperial Wizardry could be sent to examine the object. However things changed in the area. Royal Viziers were unable to postulate a cause for the matter, but the fact that none of the countyfolk were alive led to the whisper of one, chilling word. Zombie.

Many know the image of the Night-Mare, a sable horse wreathed in a nimbus of hellfire sent from the underworld every night to deliver dreams of terror and fear to the living. While this is not entirely incorrect, the truth is more complicated...

drawn from/inspired by Hellfire: the Summoning mobile game

Madness lingers there, in the broken corners of his mind.

Enacted roughly 4 years ago, the Dungeon Preservation act sought to map out and better understand the dungeon ecosystem, and to protect it.

Department of Dungeon Preservation

Flame burns hot, bringing warmth, life, and hope. Anti-Fire burns too, but it devours heat, and saps the will of life. Before the world could be inhabited, all of the coldfire, and anti-fire had to be collected an hidden away safely. The gods did this, placing it in an urn of brass and hiding it away from the world.

For too long, the realm of magic has been controlled by the jealous hands of just a few. That time is no more, and though they may resist, the great blossoming of magic cannot be stopped.

Maester Ardund

A potentially devastating foe with arms, and fists of living stone...