Ineffable Creatures

The katamak are ineffable creatures that were born of errant thoughts of Ea-Raena. They dwell in the deeps of the Gray Waste, listless and without purpose. They appear as young fey, innocent and filled with wonder. But they long for more. When they spy a soul, cursed to wander alone, they snare them in a loving embrace. Taking some aspect of that soul's life they recreate it...sitting and talking in two chairs before a fireplace, cultivating a rose in a garden beneath a window, but the creation is never complete, the fireplace has no room, the garden window no house. But the katamak do not understand that it is incomplete and repeat it time and time again. The lost soul is ensnared, unknowingly reliving some shadow of its life. In the end this is salvation of sorts, for otherwise Gehenna would unmake the soul so that it would be as if it never was. ~ from A Guide to the Planes

 

A Malaise of Fog

A malaise of fog dampens your senses. It casts the world in shades of blue and gray, muffling sound as it clings to your cloaks, armor and packs. You know the beast is before you . . .

These are the Roads of Adventure...

From the Pits

It crawls forth from the deep recesses of the pits below. An abomination. A cretinous monstrosity formed of the suffering of the damned, doomed to Aufstrag.  It hangs there. Motionless. Watching you through the hollow white globes of eyes that bear no intelligence or purpose of intent....

Reflections

The road is oft confusing and offers up a mirage of what is real and what is not. But these are, are they not, our Roads of Adventure. 

 

 

They labored for years, following a vein of silver that snaked its way ever down. Only too late did they realize they were tricked.

The Mocking

 In a profession where skill is measured by power, there are those magi who use their powers to make a mockery of reality itself. Rare indeed are the illusionists....Don't miss this Roads to Adventure! 

Live Well

"It is not ours to live forever elf, only to live well." ~ Eurich Gunshoff, The Pools of Dunhollow

 

Sluggish Water

The sluggish water stretches out through the forest's damp floor, pulling you deeper into the blue-green mist. The dead fall of autumn is around you, echoing the dank silence that saturates your many senses. The World of Aihrde

A Wizard's Nest

High walls and higher towers marked the palatial fortress. There wizards dwelt, or so it has always been said, pondering the arcane thaumaturgy that is their calling.

 

Of the Rune Maids

There, upon the edges of the world the Rune Maids lingered, watching and lusting for the light of the sun and the feel of rain. They built homes for themselves, towers and castles of wondrous work in the darkness. ~ Of the Rune Maids. The World of Aihrde.

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Beneath the Evening's Sky

Beneath the weight of the evening's sky it stands, the tower of your dreams. Lit by the incandescent rage of fires below, it beckons, promising adventure, glory and wealth untold. Castles & Crusades.