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.

Most Dragons live to accumulate wealth and crouch upon heaps of gold, content to slag troublesome heroes into cinders and distaining the company of men to absolute solitude. Vychan is not such a dragon.

Brumborion's blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone's Favor

The definition of a Henchman: a man who really knows his away around a hench.

In an age of lawlessness and war, there is one man who stands up against bandits and tyranny. That man is Michael Long, aka…the Gunman

Courtly contessas, contributed and collaborated upon by Citadelians!

A collection of space habitats, space stations, space colonies, and anything else artificial that serves as a home to humans in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

...and a star to steer her by.

In the vein of the other Random Encounter threads, now comes the thread for Oceanic encounters

Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!

Many claim him to have been of their own, be they mages or clerics, thieves or warriors. Such was the legacy of Atal, the Wise Councilor.

By Merlin's Beard!

Dossier for the goblin hero/champion/adventurer Shauglau

Drawn from the rather generic Gunslinger Adept from Shadowrun, but influenced very strongly by the 2002 film Equilibrium and the 2008 Wanted.

It is quoted in the Canon of St. Mancel that once in his life, that every devout soul should make pilgrimage to the holy city of Sangreal.

A traveling dungeon of canvas and props...

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

A gun made by the God of the Dwarves

The Queens of Praxingdrell have a storied history and a secret spellbook containing their collection of eye magics

The focus of discontent between Vandergraff and Powlgraff, the Cathedral was built of ambition and rose marble.

Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless