The ring that the mugger stole seemed hardly worth the crime, until he put it on and it turned into a gold ring set with emeralds. It seemed to speak in his mind, telling him that it could change him too, if he would let it.

It was nothing more than a child's plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it...

A villain's lair is more than just a safehouse or stronghold, it can be as much a part of their persona as any powers, henchmen or nefarious plans

"Their so-called god, it is claimed, loves, and thus love is their virtue. Foolishness! Love is only fear of loss, and fear is among the keenest of weapons in our arsenal. Let us turn their virtue onto itself, and draw more souls into the Devouring Maw."
- The Paragon, address to his Overlords, in the second year of the Sectarian Wars

I'm inviting anyone who has a short plot , set in some sort of wilderness, to post it here.

Within a palace that is also a prison, Muggar the White Despiser wages war against the light, seeking to make all mortals his slaves.

A random generator to create variable merchants shops, stores, and stalls.

Excitingly Chucky Psuedo-Science and Technology!

The Nightmare War did more than end the Old Empire, it turned a massive swath of once fertile land into the unimaginably hostile Wastelands, and populated it with beasts, horrors, and monsters.

Anjet of Cenn Caerwaith

"Tonight, this city shall be purged for it's sins. They will all die, they will all burn. And in the end, not even death will stop their torment." -Ambrosia

"If force doesn't work, use more of it"

- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too..."

"RUN! HE'S DANCING THE MAMBO!"
-The last thoughts of an adventurer who crossed a Spelldancer.

There were rumours spreading around the newspaper office about a "Press Gang" that would protect reporters. But only the owner and editor knew the true purpose of the Gang.

Here is a selection of 30 different hammers, used by those who enjoy hearing the sound of bone being crushed.

"Never seen anything like it before. Two strikes, and the room was awash in blood."

And you think you've had issues with your father...

'Don't you go foolin around in the fens buy. Moeder Moeras don't care none if you mean no offence or just want to fill your wicker creel with fish. She'll have your guts for fishnets and your bones for soup.'

Paulis the Riverguide

In dark times people are willing to do and say anything for their salvation.

"What was i supposed to do it was just lying their!"

"Honest"