Christmas type holiday that can be thrown into any city/town.

The addition of “irrelevant” details adds local colour to a campaign world, giving the impression that the DM has thought very deeply about the history of even the smallest architectural feature.

Interesting ideas for interesting mutations.

The Scratching Stone has always been an area of interest for the local people. A huge slab of granite with a top a couple of acres in area, it is out of place when compared with the other rock formations in the area. It has bore many names - Evenstone, the Great Altar, the Giant's Dinnertable and others lost to time.

Last of the Lineage of Senach, young King Nemeroud gave his heart to an Aelfen enchantress and vanished from the lands of men, plunging the land into chaos. If only the tale had ended there

The first power cores

The most guarded secret of the Ancients, was the secret of flight.

The sum of all spellcasting traditions of one world - or most of them - in one place.

'No my lord!' cried Herithi. 'Have Mercy! Take my eyes instead!' Why did I say that?! thought Herithi, shock registering through him.My eyes? Shalali protect me...

Endowed with a generous love for the untainted bounty of the natural environment, this enigmatic individual has all but forgotten what it means to be human..

The searchers found only a silken veil, so they despaired; telling their frightened families only that the Dark Lady of Destinen had taken another lover.

The evil fruit of Necromancy within the depths of the Aelfen forests may tap into a power older and more sinister than ever seen in human lands...

Wise travelers know to pass wide around Destinen Wood, for few have emerged unscathed from that accursed forest.

The school of Entwiners is formed around the art of creating magic with rope and knots.

There is a new threat to mankind coming and it's all due to poor craftsmanship...

In the depths of Destinen Wood, the grotesque pets of the Dark Lady lurk, belching forth their vile webs.

This scroll is for all those hardworking people that keep our adventurer's Inns and Taverns working.

An exquisite steed, midnight black, treading like a dancer, its step so light that it does not scar the ground, its stride so fluent that you could sit in the saddle all day... if you needed one. Its golden eyes shine with intelligence and spirit, and it seems to know your every wish. Ah, who would not want such a fine beast to carry him?

Negev demons can take the shape of humans or elves and feed on emotions rather then on meat or vegtables.

Gahrafahas is Bastard Demonspeak and is derived from ghrazh'fualzh's, true DemonSpeak for ''those who come from the Skies'' or ''the Sky Ones.''