CaptainPenguin's

The Drums of Pict-land

The Frontier Province of Omdara stabs like a blade into the wild side of Pict-land. At the tip of this blade is Gadora, the farthest fort.
And over the rushing, raging Wolf River, in the dark and sightless forests, the drums of the Picts are beating...

Aramax's

31 years IRL(33 ish!) of my Mysantia Campaign

A study of my VERY long running game. A work in progress that will prob never be finished

10/81 - 1/14 RIP

manfred's

Firelings

Of fire, but not elementals. Short-lived, yet intelligent. Bound to this world they are, more than most of its mortal inhabitants.

Ria Hawk's

Solace Worms

"I do so wish that my work didn't make such a wretched mess. At least the worms clean it up."

CaptainPenguin's

Dorlyanic Crystal

Dorlyanic Crystal is a substance from which the ancient Dorlyans, godling-race of a distant planet, forged their mighty weapons. Weapons made from it cleave the flesh of the supernatural and the extraterrestrial like a hot knife through butter.

Art Quest

The streets are alive with talk of all the bards visiting the Citadel this month. Rumor has it that Jack Holliday has a piece of art that is being displayed and the person that can weave the most entertaining story will earn the praise of the Strolenati and prizes

Unspeakable Horrors

All things Lovecraftian in flavor. Star-spawned beasts and ancient, perverse cults. And tentacles. Lot's of tentacles. When Star-Spawned maladies invade your realities, you'll need nary a nudge to find yourself knee-deep in Shoggoth sludge. Oh yes, what an unpleasant romp you'll have through the festering flesh-swamp of Rr'lavinav. And when you begin to see the fog thin, a monstrous worm of pus, topped with a fin, will rot you skull from deep within.