These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.

There was He, and there was She. And She was shy of men at first, always being told to distrust them. But He taught Her what love is, and promised Her everything he could. And they lived in happiness, and their love was perfect, for the rest of their lives.

Traps need to make sense. Somebody must of made it for a specific purpose.

"I walked through the poor's quarters, and my eye was not harmed. All functional, and simple, and crude, made on the whims of fate and delivered by immediate need.
I walked through the merchant's quarters, and my eye was bored. Pretensions where nothing backed them, striving for appearance without substance, evidence of changing wealth, too much only began, too much never finished.
I walked through the place where the powerful lived, and my eye was tired. Too much of attempted beauty turned hideous, and a lack of taste was made worse by willing lackeys.
But then I've seen the treasure of the city. A cathedral, that was part of the sky, columns, and arches to carry the weight of the world, shapes to let your mind fly along, and ornaments to stop by. A place to ponder, to be pleased to be alive, to accept suffering, and to realize your mistakes. This is a place I could learn from."

The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.

Masters of the sea, men of courage and honor, these you will find here and none other.

Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.

Invented by the Pelezians, the ceremonial bowl became a part of the holy tradition, coupled with a most practical purpose.

(Made for religions of agriculture.)

Globs are a partially amorphous life-form of the shape-changing kind.

This is a scroll of locations that are somewhat out of the normal.

To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.

It is said that dwarves have problems with using magic (maybe they cannot cast spells at all). This is an attempt to create a distinctly dwarwen school of magic. The way you use it is of course yours.

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

What's this round thing on the wall...

To the primitive tribes on the plains of North, life changes rapidly from season to season. In summer, food is abundant. In the winter, death from starving is never far. A natural phenomenon helped one such tribe.

Traps gathered from the remains of a dead site. Honour and enjoy what ingenious traps were created by people unknown...

The simple graves of a folk long gone, these are still favoured by graverobbers.

On the road you meet... a fiery fire dragon! The mighty Xeatoxx is not some random encounter without purpose. He, though he is the last to admit, has a serious problem.

Many traps are not designed to kill or maim, but more to disgust or annoy, or even to put a smile on the victim's face... this is a scroll of such traps.