Up in the hills, about a days brisk hike from the village Thriceborough, lies Stone Octopus Garden. One entrance to the dungeon is hidden among the roots of a huge elm tree. Down in the chasm, a river flows by so slowly that it could be called a lake. Spanning the chasm is a an old, wooden bridge, the only way to get across to the island where the keep sits, without getting wet.
The reason for the keep’s name is a mystery, but when the local bard is well into his third pint he might take to singing a sad, strange tune about 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
Long ago, the exceedingly wealthy Lord Iben Drakhm needed a number of relics retrieved from different locations on the Elemental plane of Air. He carefully selected the most talented adventurers among his subjects for the mission. But only weeks before they set out, it became evident that they were not experienced in dealing with the different environments they would most certainly encounter. So, the mission was postponed, and an expensive training facility was constructed so the adventureres could learn how to tackle a variety of challenges different gases will pose. Thus, no expenses were spared and the Gaseous Grotto was constructed.
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?