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 Gjallarman are a violent primitive tribe that serves chaos, and are appropriate foes to be fought and slain without moral compunction

oft eliciting nervous laughter, the Bikini Situation involves not bathing suit bottoms, but rather a problem that arose from the bottom of the Bikini atoll in the Pacific. It is a serious issue for the Pacific Rim Coalition.

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

Rotten piles of choss, that's all that was left of the wizard's tower, that's it.

Jhobham, Adventurer-Upon-Return

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.

30 Druids of the Teufel-Grün Forest

Behold, the Mountain of the Snow Bunnies!

30 groups of magical swords

Be it salt, wheat, silk or gold, money is money lad.

A jewel to match my heart.

The Lady Givone

Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.

Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman

Caution: Graphic Content

"Compared to the scum I deal with as a cop, fighting you was a piece of cake!"

Often colloquially named Terras'stone, it is the greatest city in the DungeonVerse

She left me, I couldn't deal with it. I sat there with the barrel of the gun in my mouth for a long time before I pulled the trigger.

(Graphic Warning: Not for delicate eyes)

GROND!...GROND!...GROND!...
Thousands of orcs chant in unison as their champion and chieftan raises the black iron morningstar, they chant for the hammer of the underworld, the unbeatable weapon of orcdom.

Synchronize... The Humans make for interesting study. synchronize...

The Pretty Princess Scroll

None left upon the Mountain, my brothers in arms.

Motto of the Society of the White Azalea

The Repository of the victorious dead...