A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.

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.

"Never forget the season if you want to defeat the plainsfolk."

Graves of a small, little known folk, exotic as dangerous.

- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too..."

Tales are leaking from below the Iron Hills, that an unnamed winged terror can be seen on the sky on the darkest of nights. What creature it is, nobody knows, but some of the disappearances in the harsh place are said to be its work. If the moon is hidden, nightly travellers are warned to stay from roads and open places.

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.

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

Perhaps not quite what you would expect. Certainly it is a sword that can produce flames at will.

The tragic fate of the legendary beauty has left traces behind until this day.

'Did ya hear that? There's riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!'

Players want their characters to be special, and a secret is one way to do it. It is also a way to better connect the character with the game world.

Some items simply go wrong, that happens from time to time. But some are created by weird minds, even downright deranged ones, minds too sick to be healed. Guess where this one comes from.

One player. One Game Master. Roleplaying in this way is slightly different than with a group.

"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."

A collection of plot hooks for a game on the road, or more precisely, on the route.

Mathom, the God of Delays, is an overlooked but powerful entity. Few worship him, but many remember him with word and deed.

Men of wisdom, gathering lore of ways to heal the sick and suffering, these monks are not really different from other orders of the same religion.

Except for their thing with drug-addicts and similar hopeless existences.

Dungeons, should make sense, in an ecological way. However, to have life, you need to have a physical place to use them. This expands upon the ecological dungeon, giving it a framework to exist in.

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