1 – First, you need to find a tree that’s stood for more than a century; then it has to get struck by lightning, and die. Then you have to crawl down inside the rotted-out trunk of it, into the ground, and eventually (pray it’s a short trip) you’ll emerge into the garden. There isn’t […]
1 – FINGERNAILS. And toenails. They rip ‘em out with pliers, and fix them to their own scabby, pallid skin with staples. (The “scales” function as a kind of armour, weirdly.) 2 – THEIR LAST MEAL. Pumped straight out of the stomach. 3 – AURAS. They rip it off them in their last moments and […]
1 – A roiling tornado of bone. Looks like a spell got out of hand; this thing has been spiralling through the catacombs for years, bashing open coffins and adding the contents to itself. The Lich might even be in here, trapped, and more insane than ever. 2 – Copies of adventurers. They’re simulacra of […]
1 – It’s fine, because they kept some of your hair, and made a copy of you that doesn’t complain or leave the cupboard doors in the kitchen open. So it’s fine. It’s all fine. It doesn’t want to hunt you down and eat you or anything; and even if it did, that wouldn’t make […]
Header image by Teeejayy on Flickr 1 – Dad wasn’t around a lot when you were growing up, because dad was a kitchen god that mum summoned with some back-pocket voodoo and bodged-together mystic resonances she bought off some guy out of the back of his car. Sometimes, when you go back to visit her, […]
Header image by Charlie on Flickr. Roll 3D20 to determine what he’s got in stock today. 1 – Rosaries. They’re made out of bone and he assures you that they’re all “used,” whatever that means. 2 – Cats. He sells them by weight, using a pair of antique scales he’s set up on the pavement. […]
Header image by David Stanley on Flickr 1 – Their master, a proud red dragon, died several generations ago. Now, when they march to war, they swarm underneath her skeleton and tanned, leathery hide, and carry her to glory. Arrows bounce off her scales, and they lob alchemist’s fire out of her jaws. (The locals […]
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