The beginning of the 21st century was marked by the leading world powers staking their claims to strategic resources. Foremost of the resources was petroleum. Each nation stated that it was willing to go to war to secure these vital resources. This was not an empty claim.

A bare bones dungeon concept, you can add the monsters and the treasure al a cart, but the big bads in this crawl are the puzzles.

A celebration of Strolen's 5555th post.

“So, you want to buy a horse?” the grizzled Catfolk horse-master said.

“Yes. I'd like to buy a battlesteed and I'll pay whatever you ask,” the human replied.

“No. We never sell the Little Brothers of the Clan. Find a regular horse instead.”

“But my Lord wants a battlesteed and ...”

“No.”

The 5757h layer of the Infinite Abyss. A land of charred black metal and the stench of ever-burning flesh.

The hacker had breached the final firewall and was typing code into the command prompt: code/7777SOHAT. Images flashed up on screen and he gazed in terror at what he saw.

Bells tolled continually, announcing new deaths.

Anger is a great business, people will share it with you for free and if you're savvy enough, you can sell it back to them. The Rage Mages descended from Belligerus's early followers have found that modern world has just as much use for anger and magic as the ancient world.

'If you see a Rage Mage and he's swearing like an army of pirates, then he is a novice and you might be safe. If you see a Rage Mage and he is not only civil towards you, but even pleasant, then run for your life and pray to whatever gods you hold dear, for he is a master of hatred who has conquered his emotions and can turn all of his negative energies directly at you."

- Unnamed mercenary working with a Rage Mage.

Note: not a PG entry.

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.