A lonely and scared fairy looking for someone to heal her home.

A wraith turned a wandering fairy into a a fairy wraith. It turned on it's own people and destroyed the entire nest of faries. Except one. And now that one needs your help.

And you thought they were always cute all the time...

Another continuatio of the heroes' journey through Daemonland.

An ancient spirit known as the Elephant God said to them 'Thou hath defeated me, and thou shalt have thy prize: All the valleys and forest beyond yon cliff art for thou and thine.' Having beaten the not-so-malevolent spirit and laid it to rest, the heroes now stand at the edge of the greatest cliff in all the world. The land they see is know theirs, but what does it hold?

Once the daughter of a royal family of the Living Lands, Golden Tears Mistress forsook her family's ancestor offerings in exchange for the privileges of the court of First and Night-Crowned Wolf.

Every year, the Lizardfolk, who call themselves the Quetzalx, send traders to the colony of Armegk, bringing with them their special kind of gold...

Never Ending Silence is the greatest Death-Knight of the Ghostlord known as Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, and he is very good at his job.

Rangerwood is an immense, heavily wooded area that covers a bulk of northern Aros. The inhabitants of this region are mostly human. Most of those that live in the woods are rangers or druids and almost all of these hold the title of Seekers.

In the insanely complicated politics of the Underworld, the Ghostlords are the highest beings below the Death Gods. But First and Night-Crowned Wolf, Ghostlord of Blood and Fury, seeks to make himself the one and only Ghostlord, and grind the Underworld beneath his iron heel.

A great Evil has settled across the land. A sage of your acquaintance thinks he have a solution. He found several references to an older tome of healing that details such a crisis and gives a solution. The Tome of Klorak. However, all copies were destroyed a century ago, as the clerics call him a heretic. One copy might remain. It is in the royal library in the lost city of Asylum.

Once a year, the army rounds up the Mad and takes them to the City of Asylum. While you are travelling on the road, you encounter an army unit escorting 30 insane people dressed in tattered clothes. Yet one might not be mad....

A spear that could undo the enemy, or undo the beholder...

Sometimes things are simpler then they look...

The players are sent to find an ancient army that has sworn to protect the land. Beware, nothing is as it seems...

This is said to be the box in which Urku, creator of the Orcs, captured the sun.

There is a platform, large enough to walk three steps across, in the desert...Once you stand on it, it immediately becomes dusk of a strange color, and the desert temple towers just behind to you...

This wizard had unlimited power, until he lost his marbles...

In the thick, swampy jungles of the south, the oldest and greatest city of Lizardfolk rises majestically over the forest canopy.

In the burning desert stands a symbol of hope, prosperity, and peace, the place known as Glass Mountain.

Something occured and those in the grand city went mad. Was it a curse, a prophecy, a spell gone wrong, or a magik item opened? Nobody allegedly knows. The city guard on the city walls, saw the madness and were apparently not touched. They tried to keep the crazy ones inside, by blocking the gates and sealing the entrances to the large city wall. The region's leader, eventually sent the Army there to reinforce the city guards, to hold the mad ones in. Since the mad men are incredibly strong and immune to pain, if they escape it would be a plague upon the land. There is still hope that someday they could be restored (perhaps a royal heir or a royal household was in the city). Perhaps they are nearly immortal. The city guards who occasionally decend into the city to drop supplies and stop fires believe that to be true.

Now it is a small town, with its own walls, that rings the old grand city. Over the years, the army and guards, have created a town that supports them. They think themselves immune to the madness, yet their proximity to them, means they are only slightly odd... perhaps becoming mad. The crazed watch over the mad. A running joke is that someday, someone will man their walls to hold them in.

A normal bag lets you hold stuff. A bag of holding lets you hold more stuff. This bag lets you hold someone else's stuff.