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Ancient Gamer	The Day Thereafter - A Hobbit Adventure By: Ancient Gamer Oh my how their heads are pounding. What happened yesterday? The McFluffins held a party, the biggest in a decade, and then the wandering gnome wizard Pyotr the Illusionist held a magic show. But why is the rest blank? And why are they butt naked, covered in flour? Plots Mystical Single-Storyline	by Ancient Gamer 77^xp 2 replies 329 views
Woofer295	Ring of Dangersense By: Woofer295 A ring of silver enchanted such that if any in the wearer's presence intend to harm them it would grow warm. Unfortunately it's properties are wasted if in place of politics where it is consistently warm. Items Jewelry Magical	by Woofer295 85^xp 4 replies 1605 views

“ 'The world has an immovable dark red sun in the centre of the sky that produces very little light. The heat is totally unbearable and the aroma of delicious cooking meat is in the air. To look around it appears as though you are surrounded by giant black mountains with no vegetation anywhere. The ground is soft and an oily liquid flows into your footprints. Travelling reveals nothing else.' Any character without some resistance to fire or heat is slowly being cooked. The ground if you haven't guessed it is the cooked meat. I've wanted this world to be part of a dimensional hopping 'chase'. I thought maybe to populate this world with giant carnivorous beetles or perhaps this could be a 'Nirvana' for deceased or living (but dimension travelling) fire dragons. Perhaps I've just been grilling a little too much meat or perhaps there are some great ideas out there on how to spruce up the place. Any suggestions?”

Redgre

“ You realize a group of men is going right to you. The man in front has a hard determined look on his face, the two men behind follow him with some uneasiness. He stops before you, holding the handle of his sword in one hand, and slaps (choose person carefully) with leather gloves he carries in the other hand. 'Rhadagald Thinvoice, I challenge You to a duel to dea...' Stopping abruptly, he realizes this is the wrong person.”

manfred

“ The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?”

Michael Jotne Slayer