'Cmon and drink up. This potion will really help us understand each other, if you know what I mean.

A standard crowd control/riot shield

side-quest-ish and open-ended to be sure.

Banished from their foolish tree-hugger kin, the Plains Elves were forced into a semi-nomadic lifestyle.

Will players provide their help to a man and his ward when it becomes obvious that they are the targets of a group of hired thugs?

Pets mind you. Not exotic monster companions. No saddled dire-boars to be found here. No purple worm caravans.

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A set of 30 Dwarven Treasures, for finding, or stealing.

Slagger Tornfury hates elves. He doesn't just hate them, he HATES them.

What danger lurk within the ruined city streets?

...And 'lo, the days of Bennu drew to a close, and he built himself a pyre from which to be reborn in cleansing fire. But trickery snared his form, blackening radiant feathers to twilight...

In a world where mutant powers are real, not everyone can be a Storm, Cyclops or Wolverine. Here's a list of super powers for those who were a little less lucky. They probably won't want to be sharing them anytime soon.

Come, join in our discussion. We're composing a list to categorize the different lunatics that spill their inane natter here. You fit in where did you say?

I watched in horror as the final pieces were infused together with dark magics granted to the mighty Kormak by Shivenhusk Himself. The head from Lord King Vyrkril was placed on a base of blacked bone and thrust into the cold burning fire. I swear I hear it scream in agony. Decnus Kormak smiled at his late king and when he pulled the chalice from the blue flame bare handed, he clutched it covetously. That alone made me afraid.

The Sanguis Islands is an archipelago nation. Dangerous to sail through them, the people who live there are self-sufficient, independant, stuborn, and resilient.

Damn 'ol thing it tis. Itches like nuthin I e'er felt. Stupid bugs, your the Poosker ye fool. Help me get rid o' these damnable things.

I hate to tell you this but you have what we liked to call, 'Puces Barbe Morts', or undead beard fleas. And the only way to be rid of them is to cut off your beard and then burn the hair.

No! Just kill me it's less painful that way.

Looking for Dwarven proverbs, sayings, euphemisms, quotes, and anecdotes? We are too! Please help the fledgling Dwarven Guild in its infancy stages! Looking to make a list of 101+ with the help of our beardless brethren!

Beard grooming is a life-long process divided between two schools of thought: harsh mineral treatments or more the natural approach. The popular naturalist approach requires beard-spiders that live off lice, fleas and other small insects.

A grab-bag of draconic goodness, ready to plug into a variety of settings from Steam-Punk to Modern to Fantasy.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho....not included