A band of unusually earnest halflings have shown up and purchased a claim half way up Phish Creek. They’ve repurposed the old mine and started a frantic excavation.
What could drive these usually sedate folks to such an effort?
The villagers of Thriceborough have been asking themselves, and the halflings every time they come into town to resupply, this question many times, but nothing has come of it so far. Of course, there are rumours; money owed, a promise to keep, a ghost.
And for once, the rumours are Continue reading
The dungeon on Twinge Isle, including the Elemental Forge
Out on the reef called Ships’ Folly lies the island and lighthouse called The Crabs. Its beaches are home to millions of crabs from a dozen different species. Many a sailor has leapt barefoot into the water to pull up a boat on the beach, only to find that his feet has now been stripped of all flesh, with only a sorry pair of skeletal Continue reading
Early this year, the illustrious Dyson Logos (I’m a fan and a patreon) held a mapping competition: Print out this map, complete it and submit. There were 64 submissions and the winner was randomly selected. It wasn’t me, but I think my version Continue reading
Every area has one.
It had been a particularly fruitful year for Jack deWeez and his gang, robbing travelers along the road through Felltimber woods. But after stripping so many plump merchants of their belongings, word eventually got out among bandits in the neighboring areas. Soon, a sizable gang led by the feared Gary Gutgutter (yes, the one who robbed and torched Count Bollocks’ winter palace during the snowstorm) came north to have a piece of the action. After a few meager hauls, he decided instead to go for the real prize: Jack deWeez hoard. After all, what plunder is better than that which has already been plundered for you?