To be touched by a God is to be drawn from this world, and into another.
Love. Hate. Lust. Pride. Greed. Many are the emotions that can inflame the human heart, and of the brightest and strongest of all of these is born, Atarkhul Prince of Passion.
An ancient weapon, forged by the First Ones, the terrible power of Order's Reach is as much a consequence of the nature of reality as it is blessed by the Divine.
Zombies make horrible dinner guest. Trying to eat the brains of the host tends to ruin things.
Well, now you can tell them to fork off with this handy little item.
God of Strength in the Night, Hiding your Numbers, and The Silent Kill.
A contract Made before Durmenthir is a contract kept.
In these gloves was placed a seed of the power used to create the world.
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.