Swarming, never-ending, sea of teeth, muscle, and scales. They are all pervasive, all consuming, and they will destroy you. Devouring body and soul. They are hatred and fear incarnate, a punishment from the foul and incomprehensible gods.

The Armour of Arrogance would seem to be the answer to a coward's prayer, but he or she normally ends up wishing that it had never been worn, for it exacts a price of it's own that may be even worse then the price of cowardice.

A follow up thread to MoonHunter's NPCs out of History. These are battles out of history that may serve to inspire GMs to create cool battle scenarios or mythical battles / rumours of battles.

This was the Citadel's first attempt at a Quest. It was done in the old version 1.0 days in our forum, because we didn't have a location category yet.

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

He's a strange foreigner who doesn't act like us... Suspicious.

Many who see him think he is a powerful, scary, and undead. Two out of three are correct.

Jefficus? Oh yes, Jessius's friend.

Oh her? She is that girl. She is Jessius's girl.

A charismatic young man, a local community leader, a tragedy waiting to happen.

An adventurer guild is a way to provide plot hooks, motivation and social context for such a weird and diverse group of people known as 'adventurers'. It can can offer interesting options, in-game and out-of-game.

The spirit which dies with a murderous rage upon it’s conscience cannot rest, and re-inhabits the corpse it once dwelt in, stalking the earth in search of one thing: revenge.

The Aukstatians are the people of the Rujien Mountains, north of the Highlands. They are the enemies of the White Towns and the Darkpine Hunters to the east.

I could think of many times such a party contract would of come in handy.

'There shall be among you lying teachers who shall bring in sects of perdition and And the task will be given to you to bring them the truth. If they will not accept what you bring, you must cut off their heads and trample their bodies underfoot, for this is the only way to save your children, and your children's children, from growing up under false gods and heathen images.' - Excerpt from 'Our Cause'

Once a year, Father Olaf delivers presents to all the people of the world in one night.How does he do it? With the help of the Sleigh of the Storm, and the vital Shard of the Storm within it.

Reading through the animal thread and a conversation with Scrasamax lead to the creation of this thread. For the Adventurer with a taste for exotic meals...may I present. "The Official Strolen Citadel Cookbook".

Forget the rickety, fragile skeletons. Remove all thoughts of the limping, weak zombies. Shrug off thoughts of blood-dependant vampires. Whereas the former are reflections of necromatic magic, the Mogrolyth is a creation derived from the pure essence of unholy power - namely pain.

'He was a Savior.'
'No, he was a Madman.
'A Saint.'
'A Monster.'
'A Criminal.'

In the strict caste based society of the mystical sub-continent of Valur, belief in re-incarnation is powerful and the concept of ''dah'', or the actions of one's previous life having far reaching consequences for the present one, holds powerful sway. Thus, does one receive great punishment or reward in his next life, depending on the actions of his current existence.