Ah, Spring! When a dragon’s fancy turns towards thoughts of (ahem) love. Unfortunately, this particular dragon has been very unlucky in matters of the heart and has yet to mate successfully. The females just don’t understand him, you see. This year, however, he’s trying a different approach by hiring a group of adventurers to take his message of love and/or lust to several scaled beauties that he’s had his eye on for some time. Can they convince one of the ladies to mate with him?

Inspired by #35 from 30 Benefits to owning a pet crocodile.

Because somebody had to.

The ties that bound their childhood home might just be the ties that repair their broken kinship.

The PCs are sent to rescue the Lady Helen from the pyramid she has been trapped in...but it will not be easy.

There are hundreds if not thousands of liquors throughout all the lands, but few ever manage to stand out from the rest. The defining trait between a run of the mill booze and a rare and special spirit can often be a gimmick. This is what master brewer Donovan learned all too well.

How much hatred does it take to buy revenge?

A mostly fleshed out 'wizard' character for your fantasy adventure.

Note from the Author: I originally created this background for a PC. You might find this background a little generic, but I found it sufficient to inspire complications from the GM's seat. This submission was heavily influenced by Harry Potter. If that hasn't sent you packing, enjoy.

30 various vampiric varieties

When dealing with magic, there’s power in a name.

How we finally made the First Contact.

This sword may not look like much, but it will probably save your life.

There are a number of ways to reach The Concave; it seems that falling is one of them, but falling from where?

From that silent place fear flows in unseen waves, like white fog. The shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. Through it's frowning walls and dark window openings there's a lantern of the spirit which none see by but those who bear it.

*In work*

An attempt to gather my thoughts on the cosmology and history of the Locastus setting.

I´m not quite finished with it, but I´m throwing it out there anyway

Inspired by # 16 on Cheka's 30 Lizard-man Gifts in-work and Coley's Chart of O' Bashing Death. A gift from the lizard-men. A pet crocodile, as loyal as a dog.

A collection of 30 bardic tales you may hear sung in the local tavern or empresses' court, complete with bardic verse excerpts from all 30 tales themselves.

Many of these tales can also be used as quick plug in adventures for Gm's looking for a side quest. (And let the players exploits be turned into the song by a near by bard perhaps?)

Once one of their number, the eternal outcast wishes to take from the Elves what they hold dearest - their dreams, their past, their future.

His faithful will devour the world

The excited, almost frantic sound of a mallet instrument erupts from the forest to your left. Within minutes, your party is confronted by a host of short, sprite-like gnomes clad in vivid greens and earthy browns. Attempts to communicate fall flat. The gnomes seem to ignore your words entirely, and you cannot understand the humming/whistling/snapping that apparently makes up their language. Luckily for you and your fellows, however, they don't seem hostile . . .