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Once, there was a long drought. All the creeks and springs dried up. The leaves on the trees turned brown and brittle. The animals were very thirsty. Faced with a common problem, all the animals gathered to figure out a solution. After much discussion, they decided that what they needed was a well. All the

This is the story of how Vaszi outran Death. Owing to the magic boots that he had stolen from a witch and to his steel-trap memory, Vaszi acquired the job of messenger. He ran from town to town, and at each stop, he repeated all the news he heard in his travels. One day, Vaszi

Art by Hugo Solis A crimson drake relishes death and destruction. If this killer can’t surprise its prey, it exploits its similarities to a pseudodragon to fool the unwary. The drake is indistinguishable from its cousin at a distance. Once a victim gets close enough to notice scales the color of dried blood and the

Fearsome creatures caught between life and death, trapped in that twilight hour by their own hand or by an unceasing desire for retribution against those who wronged them, ghosts are a classic staple of many horror and fantasy campaigns. Beyond their terrifying wails and incorporeality, many ghosts can hold more than a few surprises for

Don’t be afraid to think outside of the box for adventures with predominantly mad monsters, particularly in their relationships with the PCs. Spellcasting, for example, offers you an option to introduce variations on standard events, and the variation on scrying below is offered as one such example. Others possible spells that may rip the thin

Occasionally aberrations mate with other races to observe the outcome or to carry out bizarre and inhuman experiments to learn or simply amuse themselves. This template is the result of this terrible act. New Monster: Stricken Aberrant [template] It had once been a dragon—that much was certain. Its bone white flanks towered above us like

There’s something down there. The waters around the sunken and forgotten City of the Nadir pollute everything that comes too close and taint all that enter its twisted ruins. Occasionally, parts of the mad city rise to the surface for a night, a month, or even a lifetime of man. Spawned in the City of

The face, if face was the correct word, was ashen. This was no earthly creature but a thing from somewhere wrong. And as the waterspout engulfed the ship, the creature before me bowed obsequiously to its tentacled master, now rising from the boiling ocean. ­­­­­­­­­­­ This, then, was merely the slave. I began to sob