Gabriel Pickard

The surface of the plane of ruin is bad enough but there are places below there crumbling claustrophobic and mist cloaked enough to dim the brightest lantern where the secret past of the place is spelled out in flaking murals that still draw foolish scholars. #DnD

As if the grounds here weren't riddled enough between mines, finger like extensions of the underdark, and burrowing monster tunnel, this area is full of crypts from some long dead kingdom as well. #dnd

That place is a dark reflection of our world, twisted and ruined. Best avoided typically, but sometimes after a thing is gone from our world it lingers there for a time. We shall see if there is some part of the information we need still hanging on there... #DnD

It was time to transform Battleship Excalibur into Mega Monster Battler Knight Excalibur Zero! #SciFiRPG

The forest couldn't call upon armies and knights to defend itself against the dragon and the imbalances it caused, but no army was half as adept at dealing with flying creatures as the giant spiders were anyhow... #dnd

Confronting seven demon princes in their own domains to reunite the shattered soul of an extremely evil man is as hazardous as it is odious, but with no time left to seek saner options its the path you've been set on. #DnD

The attack had been successful they thought but then the larger chunks of debris started pulling in matter to reconstruct the missing sections and if they weren't found in time it was clear the ship would produce multiples. #SciFiRPG

To late to stop the ritual taking place on the remote island all they could do is watch the rift open and the great bones ships of the dead pour out onto the water lit by the sickly glow of the spirits in the air. #dnd

Dark deeds spark the growth of dark seeds and whatever was committed to this soil was as monstrous as what's now growing out of it. At night the pumpkins writhe like lizard eggs, and its almost the full moon. #dnd

Though grim of aspect the death cult was tolerated as they weren't murderers nor did they raise the undead except on the very rare occasion of necessity in their twin pursuit of letting the dead rest and making sure death was given its due. #dnd

On bald hill where no plants grow raises a great black stone cathedral that could fit more occupants than the nearby town even has, not that any of them would dare go there. Bells ring at odd hours, strange lights shines from windows and mists cling to it and nowhere else. #dnd

The graveyard is getting full and the dead restless. Not for the reasons some folk think though. Without new (still) blood they've all heard the old stories so many time that those still stuck here are terribly bored, and a bored spirit is a troublesome spirit. #dnd

The forest there was not of the wholesome wild place. A subtle poison had entered and twisted it from an unknown source and effected all that dwelt there too long. If your research is right the discarded evil artifact might be that source. #dnd

Rumors of the ghost ship were conflicting. In some an invitation to the ship spelled certain death in others refusal of their hospitality was what spelled doom. The party will have to choose for themselves and soon because tattered sails are looming out of the fog bank... #dnd

While the city slept our heroes patrolled by street and by roof for any signs of the dark masters servants knowing that most of those that served them couldn't abide the light. #dnd

Tiny unstable jars of alchemist fire, no bigger than a marble, where attached to the captured pigeons of the city by dexterous kobold hands. When the birds were loosed to return to their roosts the city would burn, and the kobold's master would lord over the ashes. #dnd

The basin might not have saved its original civilization, but its prophetic visions may be the last hope of the current one, provided of course it can be reached. #dnd