:: Random Item—Chalkboard of Magnificent Bull ::

This handheld slate tablet comes with several sticks of white chalk. The actual tablet itself has been thoroughly used, covered in layer after layer of half-erased drawings, but the cherry-stained wooden frame was clearly added recently.

Most of the faint chalk drawings seem to have been of people or animals—hastily drawn with minimal detail, each one with scribbles over the subject's eyes, ears, or hands. Upon further inspection, you notice that tiny, carefully-carved runes border the outer edge of the frame, which glow with a faint light when a stick of chalk is touched to the slate.

:: Random Location—Tor Ysbryd Garreg ::

Tor Ysbryd Garreg

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/19/15

Tor Ysbryd Garreg

Prominent Feature: Tor

Nation: Bóreans

Condition: Lush, Holy

Weather: Sprinkles

Color: Redwood

Keyword: Gargantuan

For the last hour of your journey all other conifers have given way to trees as tall as castles—the mighty redwoods. Through the bare lower trunks you see a dim glow the color of lapis gracing the silhouettes of the underbrush; you know you’re close. Finally, as you clear the treeline your full view is overwhelmed by gargantuan hunks of stone piled haphazardly upon one another. Tor Ysbryd Garreg towers above you, above even the tops of the redwood trees.

The company of bórean exemplars has already arrived, attesting to the efficiency of their tunnels. The avatar of stone steps forward, reciting the final plea of the ritual. You pause just inside the treeline to sit and watch the ceremony. The rain sprinkles your face, the spongy moss yields under your hands, and for a moment you let the sanctity of the place ease the tension in your body. Then, the avatar’s recitation reaches a crescendo, the lapis glow intensifies, and the forest floor begins to tremble…

:: Random Item—Flail of Dōngjì ::

Flail of Dōngjì

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/11/15

a seraph

Weapon: Flail

Culture: Human

Condition: Cold, Light

Color: Jade

Keyword: Epic

The ancient human temple lays open, devoid of any guards or watchful sentries. Inside, just beyond the forechamber, is a sight that rings true with the words of the epic poem about this place: unmoving, the head of a gargantuan ajagara protrudes into the nave from the roof, jaws wide, fin-like ridges flexing in agitation, encased in feet-thick layers of spiky ice from nose to neck.
At the epicenter of these spikes, piercing the dragon’s eye-ridge with spikes of its own, is the head of a jade flail, the chain and handle of which trail downward as if the weapon were once held by a warrior standing on the ground below that fearsome maw. And there, on the floor of the nave, a monstrous scorch-mark is all that remains of Aippaq, the legendary seraphim warrior. If the tales are true, that is...