Day in and day out the library and labs Robert was always about. When questioned of his motions, he explained he was fetching his master's potions, but secretly crafting a wand is what he pained. In the end an ebony wand was made, it would be known later as Trotters Unfair Trade.

A famous hero has died, but his dying request was the be buried beneath the willow, and he has asked the PCs if they will carry his body there and bury him.

a fur coat with interesting properties and penalties

A forest full of danger where the danger is not at all where the PCs expect it to be.

To many, the clerics of the Gods of Death are reviled as evil monsters, conspirators of demons, and raisers of undead armies. How often is the common perception wrong?

The mentor of one or more (lawfully-inclined, socially ambitious) PCs is vulnerable because of a past action ââ?¬â?? an action that was justifiable at the time. But opponents can now use changing circumstances or new information to discredit or destroy the mentor and damage the PC. The mentor is unwilling/unable either to respond or escape the consequences. The PCs can take action, but not in the open; 'kill the monsters' is not likely to solve the problem. Failing to act will doom the mentor and damage the PC; taking action may also doom the PC.

Was this to be his last sight, then? These bloody-red gums, these rusty, iron teeth? Where were the Gods to defend him from Bloody Smile?

'Your eye, your eye!' crowed Imupokith, the Sea-Witch, and Vruthath, clutching his bleeding socket, held out his hand.
Upon the palm was a staring green eye.

A lot of travelling singers have a flame or incessant longing in their heart.This woman's heart holds something more as well.

Few can match the monk for physical accievement. Few monks can match Ember, the Disciple of the wind...

Poleran: Hey what are you chewing there sir?
Bearded Man: Gunjii a super sticky gum.
Poleran: What do you mean sir?

The city that many adventurers seek to drink from the Fountain of Youth.....

Bold Adventurers the Fountain of Youth awaits your lips....

The wall unsealed, Mirror Serpent peered inside, ready to gaze upon the riches within. But he recoiled. There was only a withered corpse, and in its hands, a flickering lantern...

'Clear glacial water, spring barley, winter wheat and summer hops are what good ales are known for. The ale should not be too old or it will be stale or bitter, it must breath or the favor won't be just right, and most importantly it should be chilled to just a hair above freezing, so the taste is sharp and crisp' ~ Taliwar Jil - Master Brewer, Far Doman

The shield of the gods forged from the sun by Apollo himself but how can it be..............

Always on the cutting edge of fashion and the talk of the courts, Mialee the Beautiful is the supermodel of the fantastic world...

Once Vandersil was a rich city. Too rich for it's own good. It was born when gold was struck in the Northern Polar Mountians. The gold ran out within a few years but veins of other minerals both common and rare were discovered. Coal, silver, star stones. The city grew rich through trade and the streets were paved with bronze, at least, in the richer areas of the city. And then it fell into captivity because it neglected it's defences...

quick of wit, strong of sword arm, and irresistable to the ladies, Redgar the valiant is the epitome of the heroic warrior.

Most unexpectedly, an omen of fire appears in the sky, bright in the darkness, visible during the day, panic ensues...