You've finally reached Rank 9, & youâre just itching to try out your new powers. Youâre bristling with weapons, dripping with magic items, full to the gills with moxie & chutzpah! Well, word on the street is that a new dungeon just opened up, the Dungeon of Almost Assured PC Death. With a name like that, you know thereâs some good loot to be plundered! Well, what are you waiting for? Those monsters arenât going to kill themselves!
In 1877 you are one of the Pytheans, an elite group of British gentleman adventurers doing their part to advance the cause of Crown and Empire. Now a pair of your fellow Pytheans has gone missing while exploring in Siberia, and you and your team need to go in and find out what has happened to them.
Thunder Gods of the Metal-Storm and the Quest for the Death Clock
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The Arockalypse has come. Now the God-Troll walks the Earth as the Metal Storm scours the bleeding land with lightning and steel. You and your band of brutal rock & roll warriors must quest to find the Death Clock, the mythical relic that may or may not save your land from destruction. Crank up the Lordi, the GWAR, and the Manowar! It's heavy metal fantasy with QAGS!
It's Prohibition, and the Wu Tong (that's you) controls the rum-running into San Francisco. But lately the upstart Chain Gang has been making big trouble, trying to muscle in on your business. The only way to settle this now is war in the streets, but does the Chain Gang realize that the Wu Tong warriors are not quite the simple brawlers they look like?
Things are no fun for an ancient god or goddess in 21st Century America. You have few worshipers, are barely remembered, and do your best to eek out an existence. Now, things have gone from bad to worse. Natural & unnatural disasters ravage the planet, and all signs indicate Ragnarok is near at hand. But youâre not ready to fade away into oblivion without a fight, and with a bit of luck you might save yourself and the world of mortals.
The big party's not until tomorrow, but that doesn't mean you and the brothers can't have a little party tonight. The guys you sent out for a keg have been gone for hours, but that's not a big deal. The pizza's on the way - in fact, that's probably the pizza guy (or, if you're lucky, Cindy the cute pizza girl) knocking on the door right now...
Spectral Indy is in an uproar. There’s a new player in the old death game, and he’s driving Management crazy. The reapers are up to their eyeballs in mandatory overtime, so it looks like it’s up to the Dear Departed to get to the bottom of things and set them right.
There’s an old monster hunter’s saying, “Universities are trouble.� Little did the Indy M-Force office realize that when researchers at IUPUI announced a breakthrough application involving polywater, the old saying was going to reach out a pseudopod and slap them in the face real hard.
The Goblin Horde is on the move, razing towns, tipping livestock, and singing their terrible musical numbers. How can any kingdom defend against this onslaught? By fortifying defenses and training more militia? Nope. How about sending intrepid adventurers on a difficult quest to retrieve a legendary cheese grater able to slay the Goblin King? That’s the ticket! Join the fun in this tongue-in-cheek take on fantasy role playing games.
Some ancient alien races evolve themselves to higher planes of existence. Some lie sleeping, waiting to wake to the ultimate destruction of everything. And some just decide to produce the biggest, baddest Rasslin’ show in their Arena At The Edge Of The Galaxy, kidnapping species from across the universe to fight for their amusement and entertainment. Can your character win this year’s Intergalactorial Gladiatorial Championship Belt?