LOGIN/REGISTER

Ancient Gamer's Profile

Our Author's latest news and articles.

Articles

Settings

Favorites

Comments

Ideas

Statistics

Ancient Gamer - Social Profile

- Highest Master Adept of Fanciful Text

For Next Level: 23242^xp of 44140^xp complete.

23242^xp

Hall of Honour

Golden

Quests

Organizations | 65^xp

The Shievren

Then all of a sudden, the victim gets convulsions and seizures, eyes bulging and mouth foaming.

Articles | 220^xp

A New Take on Hell

Hell. A place of suffering and torment, a often used and cliche ridden place that every GM has to relate to.

Locations | 60^xp

The Valley of the Cursed Gods

The Valley of the Cursed Gods is full of exotic plants and animals, an isolated valley of wonder. Whether the adventurers travel through the valley by chance, or if they have been lured by the weird, serpentine smoke formation that clings to the mountainside, one thing soon becomes apparent: Something slumbers in the Valley of the Cursed Gods. Something immensely powerful that stirs in its slumber, trying to awaken, yet cannot. Will the adventurers be the force that tips the scales of that balance?

Actions This week

0

Comments

0

XP

0

Ideas

4

Quests

0

Guilds

“ In the dry steppelands, one of their most valuable exports is the dried sap of the Larthorn tree. These ugly plants are covered with vicious thorns, but the locals harvest the golden droplets that ooze from their bark each Autumn. This sap, once dried, is valued for its medicinal properties and as a spice. Since little gold or silver is found in the hinterland, the dried droplets of sap are often used as currency by the locals.”

Wulfhere

“ What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...”

ephemeralstability

“ The mage who invented teleportation knew nothing about the ten-dimensional cosmos, so was perplexed that the subjects sent through the portal arrived horribly scrambled, having been randomly rotated through several of the hidden six dimensions.”

rickster