Scents of ages past and scents of the zeitgeist. A guild of perfumers.

Celebrations can be found everywhere: from the big city to your local township. Sometimes the smaller locales can have the richest of all celebrations since they are more personal. Dayern's Hamlet is one of those places.

"It is amazing to me how this one little stretch of water has changed the course of history," History of The New Country by Collen D'Madden Blue Diamond Press

A writhing mass of red tentacles

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.

As if there was not enough siliness around...

Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak

Vernissage, apprentice bard.

The scent of magic

A slightly atypical stinking swamp festering with goblins

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn't fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn't know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

"Yes, there are some unusual patterns to these - her patients, but we have nothing to prove anything other than statistical anomalies."

Vampires have strange powers indeed.

As the small group of mercenaries settled down for the night, they failed to notice that some small pieces of barbed wire sticking out of the ground nearby were moving like tentacles.Until it was too late and they woke to feel it clutched around their throats and squeezing hard. As their blood spilled upon the ground the Barbed Arms had claimed yet more victims.

Because the Mind is a Muscle, too.

Consider your grip and consider just how important the iron spikes and 10 foot pole are.

The Shambler is not a subtle foe. It bursts onto the scene like an elephant-sized lion to trample and smash it’s foes…

The final creation of Albert Uhrzeit, commonly named the Lord Chronomancer in popular literature, the Void Golem is the ultimate expression of his mastery over the stuff of time and space itself.

The Master walked over to the strange symmetrical mechanism. He flipped it over... The sands of the hourglass began to flow and it whirred to life. "One hour," said The Master, "Practice."

A powerful golem of Tar and Sand, ideal for pulverizing one’s foes.

- "Arrr! What scurvy dog seeks the Davy Jones' Locker by comin 'ere?"
- "Oh, shut it, will ya!"