Once opened, a Door of Entrance can only be shut by closing it
- Dum the Obvious, Things I've Read About

The blade of the adamant blossom...

Sound the call of alarm and light the fires in the trenches, the time for war is upon you!

It is a small, peaceful village like so many others. Do you wonder who lives inside?

Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.

The grim and often belligerent denizens of the Grand Duchy of Nyir

A rod... that can control other rods? Sounds great... if it works. And if you can find it.

Tales are leaking from below the Iron Hills, that an unnamed winged terror can be seen on the sky on the darkest of nights. What creature it is, nobody knows, but some of the disappearances in the harsh place are said to be its work. If the moon is hidden, nightly travellers are warned to stay from roads and open places.

The Sundar family name was one spoken with honor and reverence. None were ever spoke ill of, and should a question arise of their honor and integrity it was quickly set right by those who knew them. Now they are a fallen noble family of disgraced knights who are fearless, emotionless, and uncaring for anything other than own survival and vengence.

A social group of women who meet for purposes of 'knitting' and sharing gossip.

Life in the Two Kingdoms is polarized between the now seemingly endless conflict between the noble elves of Elvindorm and the ruthless Sidious Prax and her allies. While this is the dominant conflict, by no means is it the only one. East of these two powers, beyond the paling of the Jokulsmorder, the land is desolate and savage, with survival being a greater concern that ideals and politics. This is the hardscrabble soil that the township of Draachenhaur grew from.

A History of The League of Fox

A Village by a forest, and a secret few knows. Will the PCs discover what dwells beneath the surface?

Travel broadens the mind... If you survive the journey. A collection of Tales of Adventure

How could a single building produce so much strife?

Every winter, a humble tinker man wanders through the villages, giving toys to the children...

A series of letters concerning Thurgul, his followers, and the High Priest Yannuzar.

Beware thy deeds my child, for they may come back to haunt you...

The few, the Proud, the Gifted.

Some places are better left undisturbed...you never know what may be waiting there for you.