Fri Mar 10, 2017 10:16 pm
Sat Mar 11, 2017 1:45 am
Sat Mar 11, 2017 2:08 am
Tue Mar 14, 2017 10:43 am
Atop an unnatural mesa of granite looms an abandoned, crumbling castle of ebony. The structure is of unknown origin and has been there longer than anyone can remember. At night, strange lights of many disturbing hues can be seen dancing about the upper parapets. The locals say that the dungeons below the edifice sprawl deeply into the mesa and contain treasures beyond imagining.
Tue Mar 14, 2017 10:50 am
Tue Mar 14, 2017 5:08 pm
Tue Mar 14, 2017 7:31 pm
Thu Mar 16, 2017 8:50 am
"In the centuries following the collapse of the Great Eastern Empire, such artifacts of mysterious power have occasionally came to light, usually in the notorious markets of Trismos. Along with these pieces, of course, came the legends of the lost capital of the Empire, reputed to be filled with such creations. Many expeditions were mounted to recover these lost treasures of the Empire, but none returned, presumably lost to the whims of the Desert." - On Arcane Automatons, Amar al-Ahkteph
Thu Mar 16, 2017 11:07 am
A neat, pretty cottage, with two unusual features: (1) it is twice normal size, and (2) its roof is thatched not with straw but with a strange material resembling fibrous blue crystal. (It's asbestos.) This is the home of a retired Baalroch couple. Their only son has a job in a dungeon overseas. They worry about him, but to keep their minds occupied she does wordsearch puzzles and he follows the sports news. On a small plot of land behind the cottage they keep pigeons and pigs, and once a month they have their friends the Efreetis over for a barbecue. Buried under the pigeon coop is an iron strongbox containing 2,000 gp and a Helm of Fiery Brilliance.
Wed May 10, 2017 5:58 pm
A deep bay surrounded by rugged cliffs. This was once the domain of Baron Vaeryg, whose blasphemies so outraged the gods that they caused his lands to be inundated by the sea for 999 years. In all that time, the water hasn't receded so much as a foot, but sages have calculated that the Ebb Tide is imminent. Now bands of treasure-seekers gather in camps around the bay, preparing to rampage across the weedy expanse and loot the barnacle- and limpet-encrusted ruins of Castle Vaeryg.
Expect pools of water containing giant varieties of sea anemones, marine worms, and crabs - lots of crabs. Expect hundreds of thousands of dead fish and huge flocks of wheeling, screeching seabirds. Expect many ghosts, the undead inhabitants of the drowned realm, including old Vaeryg himself. The castle dungeons will still be full of dark salt water and lurking things. And don't forget there are scores (at least) of cutthroats all vying for the same treasure.