A contract Made before Durmenthir is a contract kept.

Gate Hounds, also known as Temple Dogs to the South, are a breed apart from most hounds. These gifts from The Others

In The Wastes the prospectors look for valuable substances. When they need some respite, they look for Deadman's Rock.

An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.

Good and evil? I see neither, I only see law and order opposing chaos and anarchy. Anarchy means blood, death, and poverty. I'll take order and riches over that.

Sokolov the Axiomancer

Captain, I see two dozen general displacement ships just coming into sensor range outside the system. There is no warp signature sir.

How Odd. Helmsman lay in an intercept course and let us investigate.

Beware these shrub-sized gaurdians of the forest.

A fairly average world that happens to be the headquarter site of the Earth Alliance Space Probe Agency (EASPA)

Before the honored dead are placed in their sarcophagi of alabaster, they come to the Villa of the Embalmers.

A cell of cultists hidden in a city. These people seek to bring a dark god of antiquity back into the world. Can you stop them? WILL you stop them?

The players have a chance to cure the plague that has sprouted up upon their travels. Will they choose to do the right thing and help bring health back to the region?

Dust created to allow seeing invisible creatures of all kinds, even if immaterial.

Behold yonder hut floating on the island? An abandoned fisherman's dwelling, you say? Nay, tis the Temple Of Inaha.

They came from nowhere suddenly.

"Hail! You there, farmer. We are in need of aid; do you have a temple or a priest? We ran into some bandits up the road there and are injured. Jonst won’t last much longer." A large man bellowed from the broken roadside.

"Of course stranger. You can find Luayas in the center of the village proper continue on until you see a large apple tree; she can aid your wounded. Please be gentle and offer tithes for her generosity." A gentle eyed man in homespun clothing, simple yet comfortable in the heat.

"Thank you farmer, we are in your debt. What does Luayas look like so that we might find her quickly? Does she stay by the tree often?" saying over his shoulder in thanks as he half pushed, half carried his companion along.

"No stranger." The farmer laughed, "She is the tree."

- "Course heading, Captain?"
- "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."

*Sphhisshh* *Sphhissh* *Sphhissh*

A fantastic fortune in the remains of a drowned realm.

Skanda Biologicals is one of the world's premier producers of Awakened Biological Systems. Now, the party has been asked to penetrate their fortress, and destroy their research. But, can they find the force of will to do so?

In an age of lawlessness and war, there is one man who stands up against bandits and tyranny. That man is Michael Long, aka…the Gunman