These little buggers are the bane and blessing of adventurers. If you find a location with lots of ogone's, you know there is magic and magical treasure about. However, since the average adventurer has more magic items than the normal area, the flies will hang around the adventurer and their items.

Creepy, Crawley, Buzzing, Digging, Biting, Building, Sticking, Jumping, Clicking, and all the other things these small things do.

A Ring of the Day is fine piece of metal work. Worn on a necklace, rather than a finger, it is a way to measure the cycle of the day.

Squish, Squish. Squish.

The People of Antioch are pretty forgiving. However, when their laws are transgressed, you really do not want to be the person who is caught.

What is an Elven Prison? It is their entire city.

It is massive and grey. It nearly blots out the sun as you approach. Soon it will be the last time you will see the horizon.

As you are marched towards The Key, you can feel the rickety dock sway back under the weight of the prisoners. The rowing of The Key is slow and deliberate. You see your home for the next few months. You are suprised it is still afloat.

bastille, big cage, big house, big school, black hole, booby hatch, brig, bucket, bull pen, caboose, cage, calaboose, can, cell, clink, concentration camp, cooler, coop, county hotel, death house, detention camp, detention centre, doing time, dungeon, fish bowl, freezer, inside, Jail, Jailhouse, joint, jug, keep, limbo, lockup, mill, pen, penal institution, penitentiary, pokey, pound, prison, rack, reformatory, slammer, solitary, statesville, stir, stockade, tank, there are hundreds of names and hundreds of thousands of different ones. What are yours?

It is a good looking ring. It is handsome and worth quite a bit.

These simple ribbons caused the near destruction of an entire town. And, the ribbons did nothing wrong.

At the estate sale of one wealthy merchant, a seamstress found several lengths of black silk cord, the kind that is used for trim and piping. A local seamstress purchased those odd lengths and the remaining bolt cheap and turned out two or three cloaks using the thin black silk cord as trim. An evil seems to follow them, though nobody knows it.

It is a personal journal tucked away in an library. It appears as an ordinary journal or diary from the outside and inside. In the spine or binding there is always a tiny strip of metal that other components and symbols are attached. Yet there is more, if you read carefully.

It is a box of fairly standard children's toys. There are dolls, blocks, carved knights and animals. Everyone will think, 'Oh I had one of those when I was young.'

Exerpt from the Introduction:
I know the ultimate weapon. Humans commit folly after folly because they are afraid. Fear was once Humankind's most powerful ally, giving enormous potency to the instinct for suvival. Now, fear has become Humankind's greatest enemy, and such is the obtusemenss of my species that is members do not realize it is the most powerful element of Human existance.

I know the ultimate weapon. Humans commit folly after folly because they are afraid. Fear was once Humankind's most powerful ally, giving enormous potency to the instinct for suvival. Now, fear has become Humankind's greatest enemy, and such is the obtusemenss of my species that is members do not realize it is the most powerful element of Human existance.

Imperial debacles, heroic last stands, the valiant defence of an island, arduous desert crossings and a deadly hunt with the PCs as prey, not predator can all be found in The Variscan War, a mini-campaign (25-40hrs) for medium-high level characters.

'Where do all those marvelous toys go?!'

It is just a tube of make up. Why is it in a locked chest?

'It is your move.'