The Sneel are causing trouble again.

Not quite Science Fiction...

Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.

Deep within the shifting sands, natives whisper of creatures trapped within ancient tombs, their insane wails audible through feet of solid stone seals.
Read, now, as I delve through the mystery and bring forth the facts about the Tah'k Mumz'kar; the Bandage Beast; The Mummy.

'Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison'.

The two foreigners claimed to represent their queen, but... Where did they say they were from?

Someone wants Prince Philoj dead. Or?

Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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In the interplay between nations, espionage has always been a tool of statecraft. Those realms with magic have opened to them many more tools for application to spycraft.

The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

I tell you, I get this itch on my lip when I think about Sgriob and the waters of the casks…

Captain Wandren, Ship’s logs

A tree, a length of rope, and a (maybe not so) innocent victim.
Wotcha gonna do?

A masterpiece of religious architecture and a major center of learning in the last era, The Monastery is still considered a place of reverence, especially for those who love the written word.

A man of extremes

Extras and alternate 'headliners' for The Carnival of Forgotten Souls and other traveling shows

Everyone who's young, beautiful and wealthy in the kingdom, owns a few pieces of master-work by this almost legendary craftsman. If you're a young woman that wants to dazzle everyone at the banquet, you'd better not be seen without your Rustof jewelry.

Here, have a sup, just two piece of silver.

The heroes encounter prisoner-slaves and their masters

Wherever the PCs have gone recently, they have heard the talk. The Doomsday Machine of Toothless Amalgam has stopped spitting out birdseed. The End is nigh.

The bard tuned his lyre for the 5th time. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Ancient eyes greeted him. This would be his last performance, it had to be perfect.