The old fort on Weston Hill is nothing particularly interesting or unusual. It stands vigil over the countrysides in that western bit of the empire, sort of like a gargoyle on a ledge warding against evil spirits. Like the gargoyle statue, though, the old fort is nothing but a symbol. It’s was abandoned before construction [...]
If the PCs track down the men who’d buried the woman, they’re in for a bit of a surprise. The men don’t know the identity of the lady who hired them, just saying that she was a pretty woman dressed in fine clothing. Their description actually matches the woman the players found perfectly, and if [...]
Off in the distance, the PCs can hear swearing and what sounds like several people shoveling dirt. Indeed, a few hundred yards away, hidden by the terrain, five men are hurriedly burying something. By the time the PCs reach where the noise was coming from, the men are running away in several different directions. There [...]
For generations, a lone building has stood along the road between Barlowna and Keppings. The Carrot & Stick was an inn remarkable only for the fact that it stayed afloat despite the high prices, terrible food, and terrible service. In fact, the only reason it stayed around as long as it did was because it [...]
About forty years ago, a joint venture between Garvin University, Dochmeier University, Garlend Hall and the Moorish Council established a research station on the sea floor several hundred miles off the coast of Dochmeier. It took twelve years to construct but after only five years of active research it was deemed too expensive to operate [...]
The isolated monastery known as the Dragon’s Ward houses a modestly-sized library, but it is also supposedly guarded by a great dragon. It lies on an isolated bit of land, mountains to its back and a wide river forming the other border. The only means of passage to the Dragon’s Ward is a stone bridge [...]
The PCs approach a bridge over a shallow river and see a man on the middle of it, standing on the wrong side of the handrail and holding on as he stares down at the roaring waters below. A rope is tied around his neck to the handrail, and it’s obvious that he is thinking [...]
Following the tracks of the giant, rampaging hogs leads the PCs a few miles out of the village. Off in the direction of the tracks, they can hear a thunderous “BA-GAWK!” like a monstrous chicken clucking. Sure enough, as they crest a hill they see a farmstead being assaulted by 10-foot tall poultry. Scattered around [...]
