“ The PCs have been traveling for a long time down the same stretch or round with no sign of anything suspicious. As they cross over to the next hill they see a gigantic splater of blood with a bleached dragons scull in the center of it. It the dragon skull's mouth is a tattered backpack with something wiggling inside of it.”
“ Something lives in the fog in a certain region and travels with the fog. Kidnaps or kills, or is simply heard and 'felt'. ... fog is rising, heed the warnings the elders spoke!”
“ For the people of Kuboloth, hell is not in the depths of the earth but in the cold of the windy air;heaven is in the warmth of the earth, lit by glowing jewels.”