'You may cage the animal/ But you can't take away the rage'
Shinedown - Heroes

Missions for any campaign in any city of any realm. As long as crime exists, you will be able to use this submission.

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You never know when you'll need an IRON SPIKE!

I need a light for my pipe, pass me a flask of fire, mate.

Pass me a powder and a cup of wine

This naïve young man was fostered among the warlike Knights of the Most Holy Order of Saint Senren. Cloistered most of his life, he knows little of the world.

This is a codex to hold together all relevant submissions and articles for the Roleplay on the forums known as 'Back in the Day' - GM'd by Murometz.

Shaft of heavens, burning bright. Gave us light amidst the night. Showed the means to reach our height. bestowed on us, Axtrami's might.

Well, this certainly looks like a K'tonian artifact but if you notice the grooves on the bottom, that means that this was actually made on a Jiyong potters wheel as an imitation of the K'tonian style of pottery. This is a replica, albeit a 700 year old, very good replica. I do happen to know a buyer who would be willing to pay you for it.

'A pox on him, stealing all of our peasants!'

quote attributed to many neighboring lords

It is said that a ghastly ghost of glowing glass haunts Vallermoore Cathedral, the spirit of a fair knight of centuries past...

Thie pearly material is also known by the sinister name of Demon’s Tooth.

Bracers that a serve as a battery for magical energy.

The Cuirass of the Winds can litraly blow one's attackers away, but the wearer should take care, for it's loyalty lies elsewhere...

Et deprecabantur eum spiritus dicentes mitte nos in porcos ut in eos introeamus (Mark 5:12)

The city of the Bright People fell, but the spirit of its people remains. A legend of the Ouzquin Dremorix.

A beast made of writing; a strange, sad, and beautiful being that haunts the libraries and universities of the Sacred World

A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids.

On a sprawling mound of steel and rust and hate sits a clockwork castle, the technological dread that is a machineâ??s delusion.

None could deny that the Torner the Fearless' heartbroken widow did mourning well.