Loot from an Aranea The aranea’s spidery legs curl beneath its body in a rigor of death. Thus immobilized, you… Townsfolk Give Report of Monster Sighting “We were looking through that old house, up on the hill. Nothing sinister, just thought the… Panicked Townsman Warns of Monster Sighting “Guards! Guards! Oh, by the gods! Some… Some horrific thing… a gray, putrid hide with sunken… Snare Your voice deepens to a drone as you chant above a coil of rope. You feel… Antimagic Gambeson Threads of silver form a mesh through this black arming shirt. Some of the threads form… Antimagic Manacles A silvery alloy makes up these manacles. Lacking a chain, they instead bind the hands close… Boring’s Emporium On this side of the market, the smell of metal and leather replaces the fruity fragrance… Quip by a Technoshaman about Ignorance “You purists make me laugh. How can simple organic life possibly be more complex than the… Your Torch Goes Out The sizzle of your dying torch hisses in the looming darkness, the safety of light dwindling… Exploration Base Camp An exploration team has pitched tents in a rough circle around a central pavilion. Some team… « Older Entries
