Somewhat system specific, but bear with me.

For twenty seven years I lived a strange and unimaginable life, and one morning I woke up divorced from life. I was awake.

I wish I could go back to sleep

Located in the lower part of the community, Pernouds is the epitome of sleazey establishments. The floors are dirty and smell of excretement, urine, and worse. The chairs are ramshackle built, and the tables are all in poor shape.

Once a powerful demon, the Banished one rose in mutiny against its master. For its audacity, the Banished One was smitten and left imprisoned in the treasure hoard of a forgotten dungeon, lost.

30 ways to show off wealth

A semi mobile fortress placed in the mouths of rivers, bays, and other bodies of water up to several miles off shore

Many of the worlds woes can be laid at the feet of deranged, socially blind, and irresponcible wizards. The doddering old mage locked away in his tower, answerable to no one but himself is a hazard to himself and to those unfortunate enough to live close by. The Upright Society of Civic Mages plan to change this problem...one way or another.

The blighted and forgotten hall of a once mighty demon lord

For every Firestarter, Professor X, and Eleven, there are a dozen modestly useful parapsychic powers, and at least one or two completely useless parapsychics

The Patron Saint of Beverages, Hang-Overs, Regrets

The earth is bleached white, and brittle underfoot. Ribs and vertebrae litter the ground like driftwood and in the distance, colossal bones of slain giants rise like hungry fingers clawing at the iron grey sky. The wind rises, howling through the empty eye sockets of hollow skulls. A rain of hail begins, pelting the ground with fingerbones and teeth.

Welcome, ye miserly sinners. Welcome to Hell.

Dimensional Science has started to unlock the understanding of the fact that the universe is made of layers, and these layers while interacting with each other, are very distinct from each other.

All of his life Fflam lived in the shadows of greater and more terrible demons than himself. One day he would show them all...

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!

Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.

Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill

Behold, the luminous isle of the Sapphire Eyed maidens

In too many games, role-playing takes a back seat to Kewl Powerz, a tag given to the multitude of spell lists, special abilities, and innate powers claimed by a character. Many times this is a problem of munchkins, or blowing up stuff becoming more important in a game than role-playing though alternate personas.

Everyone expects the power armor trooper and his trusty combat rifle, assault rifle, storm-bolter, etc.

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.

A gun made by the God of the Dwarves