Greentails, sirens, mermaids, merfolk, the creature you think of when you hear these names is a Tangaroa.

Alternate forms of matter

Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.

A charm is another word for a rune, enchantment, or method of creating magic item. The Charm of Vanity interacts with the Appearance/Charisma score of the item weilder

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.

A jewel to match my heart.

The Lady Givone

So much gone, so much I can't remember. but I have my spells, and that is all I need to deal with you.

Last words of Thuulgar the Wicked

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.

The PCs come across the stump of a once massive tree. The surface of the stump shows an intricate village rising from it, complete with miniature farms, an inn, a local lord's great house, even a proper wizard's tower.

The Skull of Golodh is the gold encrusted skull of the Dwarf Lord Golodh and it is cursed

Created ages ago, the Tower of Malice is a repository of evil, cursed artifacts, and the souls of the wicked

The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins

A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes

The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.

The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Confucious

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...

It's cold up this high, the air is thin and hard to breath. We should find the entrance in the next day or so. I can't eait to find it, I can't wait to be out of this wind...

An area known for sweeping mountain vistas, and sleepy alpine hamlets has all but exploded with miners, adventurers, and thieves. Dwarves are showing up in troops, while orcs are churning towards the valley. The reason? Simple...

There's gold in them thar hills!

You need a job, you need to find someone or something, or you need to lay low or need to sell something, you need a good fixer.