Zig, zig, zig, Death in a cadence,
Striking with his heel a tomb,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zig, on his violin.

"I never want to hear another fiddle for as long as I live!" -Corwin Silvernail

The eyes came closer and with them came a growling sound, and the warrior swung at them with his sword. They flew around it, revealing themselves to be harmless insects. The warrior swore...it was no Cave Bear or Giant Spider but a pair of Eye Flies out looking for insects to eat that were smaller still.

The Sword of Huran is the chosen weapon of The Order of the Spellswords. Each one of them crafts their own Sword of Huran to serve them in their battles for the king.

"They used to be men. Mortal men. But now... I don't know if they are something more... Or something less?"

The poor boy.. Man, I mean. I tend to forget his age, given his appearance...

'Goblin Sorcerery? That's bullcrap. A Goblin couldn't enchant the backside of a sick goat to- Well, you get what I'm saying.'

30 Orcish Ornamentations of Outlandish Awesomeness and Some Ordinarily Uninteresting Objects Overcome with Ogreish Opulence!

“They have a cave Troll”

-Boromir

And now you can too!!!!

Time is measured for most by the events that are both constant and special. "How many Christmas's ago was that?" It should be no different for Halflings.

"Telportia is a marvel natural world, a true testament to our arcane understanding."

-General Ayanda to Lord Reidwald in the meeting to decide on the matters of the war.

Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.

Relics of an ancient necromantic faith: A few strange charms and a small black book. What power do these odd devices hide?

A mighty Kraken, the beloved of Big Red, has been infected by a horrible polar parasite, and the PCs have to find a way to cure her before it is too late...

Be it a cursed artifact, an angry god, a spell gone wrong, or bad luck, these are just a taste of the strange things that might befall a character.

An ancient people built mystical fortresses made of melted stone; from the wall's these fortresses defenders appeared to burn with a powerful energy and strike at their opponents with a supernatural force. Today most of these forts are abandoned and the art that made them lost.

On a planet with no name, a group of lawmen must protect a colony nobody has heard of from the universe's most effective killers. All the while preserving the safety of both the guilty and the innocent in an effort to make society more about dignity and freedom than profit and force.

Due to the nature of tabletop RPGs, a campaign will often start with a random group of strangers. Here are some ways to get them adventuring together, without resorting to the old Tavern trope.

“The perfect execution, painless, quiet, and beautiful”

-Archmage Sret

The peddler was pulling odd things from his pack, extolling each as he laid them down – one shoe that changed colors, a knife carved from wood, a mummified bird. “And this,” he said, pulling a 1 foot square box of stone out of his pack, “is all the friends you will ever need.” He opened it up, showing the carved stone statues of warriors inside. He took one out and stood it on the ground, where it changed to flesh and blood, stretched, then pulled the sword from its sheath and saluted them with it. “An army in your pocket! For a mere thousand gold! A bargain!”