Magus of the Citadel's Profile

Our Author's latest news and articles.

Articles

Settings

Favorites

Comments

Ideas

Statistics

Magus of the Citadel - Social Profile

- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

For Next Level: 1995^xp of 5190^xp complete.

1995^xp

The Lairdlands

The Lairdlands of today are a peaceful seaming region of dairies, sprawling farmlands, and pastures of horses and cattle in the sunlight.

- RANDOM

Items | 155^xp

Gentlemens' Rings of Fortitude

A ring that is not just magical, but stylish as well.

- RANDOM

Dungeons | 220^xp

The Door of Heaven

The door that cannot be reached, the wall that cannot be climbed

Actions This week

Articles

Comments

Ideas

Quests

Guilds

“ There are reports of a monster that lurks in the tops of trees and drops down on unsuspecting people. It causes them no damage but it frightens them with a hide-like face with big dead eyes, drooling and barking like a dog while unsuccessfully attempting to have intercourse. The PCs investigate and find that it is the local village moron that is doing the spelunking in the woods. How can they explain this otherwise pleasant and merry man that it is wrong to put on a mask, drop down from trees and attempt intercourse with relatives and neighbours.”

Michael Jotne Slayer

“ THE GNOMES OF UDNALOR: Part II Having left the hush of the upper halls, and crossed the depths of the Braeth (an underground river, which is not all that deep because bear in mind we're talking about gnomes here), you would find yourself in Wattling Street, the main road through Udnalor. It's actually a long, well-worn passageway which opens out eventually into the City Centre. The gnome-buildings branch off Wattling Street as small burrows or caverns with boulder-blocked doorways for privacy. You can find armourers and smiths (though their armour tends to be on the small side for humans to buy) and many other types of trader. There are many streets, ginnels and cooies which run off Wattling Street, the most famous probably being Smell Street, the domain of the infamous gnomish alchemists, the eponymous smell being very distinctive: the stench of cooking fungus, the aroma of subterranean spices, the pungent reek of rotting carcasses (used in some of the more notorious experiments). An encounter with an alchemist can really be spiced up (excuse the pun) if you have a well-stocked herb cupboard, and actually make up the potions, elixirs and draughts as they are ordered by characters.”

ephemeralstability

“ In an isolated mountainous region, the local miners build their stone huts right next to the sarcophagi of their dead. In the winding tunnels of their mines, the spirits of their ancestors toil alongside them, sensing where the best deposits will be found and guiding their picks' strokes.”

Wulfhere