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Some jerks coming to wreck your local Gamma World/Mutant Future.
Fire elementals summoned up by burning oil slicks on the ocean tend to saunter casually when they reach land instead…
They don’t look like much individually, but just wait until you’ve got a whole air-pod of twenty battering you with…
We’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Driftwalkers form when the restless spirit of a drowned individual has unfinished business on land but its former…
Feathered raptors of the Isle of Dread
Tavern keeper telling the party they’ll have to cough up five silvers apiece before they come in because she knows…
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Just when you thought the midges were the worst thing about this bog.