Creatures of the dark and the underworld, while physically unassuming kobolds proclaim themselves scions of the mighty dragons and as such destined to rule the earth.
Fights during storms can be both exciting and challenging. A storm creates chaos and confusion and can even change the battlefield from moment to moment.
Goblins don’t just sit about in their lair waiting to be slaughtered by wandering adventurers. Like any other sentient beings they have needs and interests. Thus, when the party is exploring a goblin lair, they are likely–at least until the alarm is raised–to encounter goblins going about their daily life.
Goblins are not the tidiest or most subtle of creatures. The approaches to their lairs are littered with evidence of their presence.
Goblin common rooms are filthy, disease ridden places. Here the tribe comes together to eat, celebrate and–sometimes–live; in many tribes, the lesser goblins live together in a state bordering on anarchy.
Inns have forever been the safe havens of adventurers, providing protection and a chance to rest and recover from whatever dangers they’ve survived thus far. Yet Soulspur Inn presents a unique threat of its own, cloaked in the guise of the very respite adventurers seek. The inn’s mistress is a fine hostess, none would deny, but some say she seems a bit too eager to help those in need—and where she gets her seemingly endless resources from, no one quite knows. It’s said that one can capture more flies with honey than vinegar. But why bother with mere honey when one can offer a frothing mug of spiced ale instead?