Ruminations of a Bronze Age Gamer part 3

The fighter and wizard already knew Indel was behind the door, but that ass.

The Grasping Coils

Prologue 

    The dark, bald-pated man finished encircling himself and a companion in a ring of rock salt, his saffron robes stained with sweat. In one hand he grasped a black candle, in the other an obscenely formed mandrake root. Wetting his dry lips he turned to his compatriot, a swarthy, mustachioed man clad in black silken finery.

Meanwhile in an alternate Universe

Too bad the show only lasted one season.

Ruminations of a Bronze Age Gamer part 2

Having your pelvis crushed by a giant sea serpent:
  11 hit points
Being rescued by a super hot warrior chick in a chainmail crop top and wet tshirt:
 PRICELESS

Fifteen Thousand Years Hence.

    It is said the Ancients, in their hubris, split the world with the fires of their sorcery, angering and drawing forth the Old Gods who slept beneath the mountains, the waves, the ice.

    Others have it that the Ancients, in their loneliness, called out to the cosmic gulfs in friendship, only to summon doom from the maddening spaces between space.

    Whatever the cause, the Ancients and their works were thrown down, and the seas swallowed old lands and vomited up new ones, and things long dead lived again.

She-Fiends of Yaramaj

She-Fiends of Yaramaj

Being an account of the violence that plagued that city, as recorded by Kostio, subprefect.

The First Incident

    It was in the third week of my assignment to the city guard of Yaramaj that the first incident occurred. The incident was unusual only in the fact it was brought to our attention at all, and that the one reporting it was such an outlandish individual. She was a green-eyed giantess of a woman, with flaxen hair bound it two great braids that reached to her waist, clad in a rude tunic sewn from a tiger’s pelt.

Gonshu.

Beneath and behind azure Xathar rears the citadel of Ibak.
Beneath and below azure Xathar strive the e'Kos, the Glrnar, the Ulfire men.
Beneath azure Xathar their blood runs and pools, obsidian black.
Beneath azure Xathar the denizens of Gonshu doth writhe and grasp.

And all their nightmares are as dreams of paradise.