Born entirely from the Witch Freetext Challenge

‘You are freed from all cares brothers and sisters! All worries! All need to toil and labour for the baron's taxes, in the guild's fields and for the peddler's wares! All the drink you could ever need!'

Final words of an extremely drunk hedge conjurer by name of Oates Greenlock.

One can only defeat so many villains that want to 'cover the world in darkness' before one starts to look for a different flavor of horrible.

EVIL JUST GOT EMO!

Horror module and mini-campaign. Intimately tied to Shardis, the Shining City.

The lost story of the pommel stones.

This is a study of the effectiveness of not the individual but a group of individuals. This is an Open Ended Plot which will not be fleshed out by a single person but by who ever chooses to add content.

The story of a castle where time and the sound of piano intertwines

More annoying than fairy fire ever was. And much more deadly.

Food, fun, and a mummy!

A well-meaning mage has banished darkness from the area, not realizing the downsides of this event.

A second chance

The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?

A simple mission for a Dragon, but of course, nothing is ever simple with Dragons.

A wrong turn in an other wise well meaning curse leaves the PC's in a tight spot...

In the great lake of Ture are hundreds of islands of various sizes, and not all have been completely explored by the Modern Races. One such island, with rough and craggy coastlines discouraging landing, is quite remarkable and worth a visit.

An alliance between bitterest foes in a desperate bid for their survival, thus was the beginning of the Shrew-Wars

Shadows gather...and linger.

The Age of Vog...The Unending Winter of Discontent, The Epoch of Smoke and Ash.

According to Ars Geotia the standard formations of power consist of ley lines, confluences and founts. this system has been long accepted, and is quite incorrect...

The Seer of Ceylon has had an ominous vision. A warrior clad all in black armor, a horde of demons at his back, and a woman equally vile at his side shall assault Ceylon in the coming weeks. Ceylon shall fall, and burn, and a darkness such as man has never known shall fall upon the world. To prevent this, he has called the PCs forth, and ordered them to slay the man in his vision...