Beryl and Perrin look at the massive sun bleached notice board outside of the New Salt tavern. The Dirty Water Gang, falling on hard times, as usual, couldn't be too picky with where their next meal would come from.
Perrin coughs into his silk hankerchief then says, "Do we really want to be lab rats for some creepy alchemist, again? I can still smell colors..."
"Well," Beryl... [click here for more]
"Creation is one of the perks of magic. Creation can lead you anywhere: defending a life, capturing energy, even mass destruction. Be wary what you create - there's no telling who may find it in the end." - Excerpt from Tamrand's G.O.A.L.S of Wizardly PerfectionFull Page Items: This entire project was brought on by the desire to hand my players a full sheet... [click here for more]
"You got a house?" Kella looked more puzzled than she sounded. "A manor house," Kit corrected. "Bullshit," Kella picked up the pace to keep up with her twin brother. "You're going to take me into some stranger's house and get me arrested again and I'm not falling for it." Kit knew this sort of thing was coming, which made pulling the folded deed out of his breast pocket all... [click here for more]
"You both realize this is crazy, right?" Leonie, the pirate ship's Quartermaster, shakes her head. Knowing her words are falling on deaf ears, the sea-elf prepares to board their latest prize. Intent on this "plan," the halfling monk Aida Quickstep smiles. She struggles to free her tied arm enough to give a thumbs-up to her fellow crewmates before the twang of a ballista sends... [click here for more]
"No, no, no. This can't be true," his hands are shaking. "No, please. Jiro?" The hallway around them weeps a sour liquid, like the belly of some enormous creature. Olan's lantern sputters and flickers in the dark, but he can see Jiro clearly enough - even if he can't believe what he's seeing. Jiro's leather gloves are split, with sharp barbs of bone piercing from his unbelievably long fingers. "Jiro!"... [click here for more]