a little luck can go a long away some might even say you are the chosen when the bard his fiddle and pride were the only ones left unscathed on his highstool after the tavern collapsed upon itself in all the mad merrymaking

Pandora’s Pond

Deep in an uncharted forest lies Pandora’s Pond, a mirror-still body of water that should not exist. Legends whisper of those who gaze into its depths—some vanish, some are changed, and some awaken forces best left undisturbed.

You are wanderers, drawn by curiosity, fate, or foolishness. Will you uncover the pond’s secrets or become part of its ever-growing mystery?

Using a single d6, players will test their Hope and Curiosity as they explore the pond’s eerie encounters. But beware—too much curiosity may awaken Pandora, and with her, something the world is not prepared to face.

What will you leave behind in the pond? And what will the pond leave in you?

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I write to you in vain this letter pains me to report that yet another adept has been taken by the fires of self immolation will anyone ever be strong enough to control the fires of the flamefather we run out of time and the dark lords have almost breached the veil

human ceremonies are bliss by faeborn standards a fae bride receives three gifts from her maids of honour: something that rots a memory of carnage and a cursed incantation

in the winter cavern a dragon hoards names instead of gold it devours stories your history and existence forgotten in an instant

the stars tried to map the depths of this ocean they tried and now they haven fallen silent

here the mist does not part it lingers unbound a hundred threads trailing in the dark before morning

impermance is a shard of stained glass a trembling flame and the light that disobeys the very laws of nature

there is no glory in nature only the quiet harmony of dirt and decay

the sound of thousands of leaves wrestling with the pale blue sky