Tips on how to create five room dungeons that can be used for any location, are short, are quick to plan, easy to polish and plan, flexible in size and easy to integrate into your campaign.

Heroes, like legends, usually have a basis in fact. And, just like with legends, the facts rarely live up to the myth.
George the Dragonslayer is one such hero.

They consumed Great G'bod. They partook of the Giant Slug's flesh.

A small collection of magic items intended to limit or negate the powers of a magic user

Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.

Ogelend, Border Reiver

A seemingly average industrial world that is the source of 1 out of every 4 guns in current use.

A demon's kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.

A second chance

According to the legend, Dread Velsparge, Daemon Prince of the Myriad Hands, plunged into the Tarakhen Sea in a blaze of scarlet flame, throwing the whole world into ruin.

During certain years, people in Akgku claim to observe a green flame coming from the sea and erupting upward. It can be observed from a distance of two days' journey or more. After burning for a considerable time, the flame disappears.

—Falklyde Wodinger, Haraconian scholar, in route to wondrous Udross and legendary Akgku.

Their wyrm tainted blood and slaver ways mark them as not Human. These are the Evil of the Old World. They are Dylori.

Colossal Water Lilies

"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."

We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better...stronger...faster. - The Six Million Dollar Man

Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun...

An elemental substance of tremendous purity and power.

"Calm your mind"," the mage said. "I can't" says Raygar. "It is like my thoughts are echoing in here. It is so loud!" The mage tried to shift the burly bandit, to drag him out of the room. "This is a prayer room, what to ..." The mage practically leapt to the dais. Sitting in the center he sank in a position of reflection and prayed. The mage heard the click. The bandit sighed slightly in the tiniest relief. The mage began to drag the bandit out of the room, heading to and opening one of the doors.

Developed in a number of places any number of times, MoonInk has been applied in any number of ways.

To the winds with memorizing spells and counting mana points.

Witch trials are common enough in the Kingdom and few who stand accused have any hope of escaping the hangman, despite the fact that it is rare for the accused to have any real magical power, malign or otherwise.