The Western Rim - D&D

The Tragedy of Drishyan Composed approximately 2000 years before the Encyclica Drakonica. Given to the party by the hedgehog-fey Nostle. These are the true verses of Saanvi the Poet, sung of the deeds of the mighty Princess Drishyan in mourning and for her glory. To the heirs of her house this song is dedicated. May they uphold her memory. The green salt waves beneath his wing, A battle dragon hardened, clash of arms, Pinioned sweep of bronze and green. In combat locked the nations stand, Upon the fight he feeds, on deeds, delight agleam His song a roar of war, his hoard a treasure Of fallen heroes slain in glory---Exult! Mahana Broad-Chest! Your hour has come. Hero to Men, fly on your great wings Command the battle tide to turn and wash Away the stain of Elven treachery! From land his enemy notes well the turn of battle--- Green-winged foe, terrible beauty of hidden forests, Hungry for the hearts and souls of Elf and Man. Bolor the Cunni...

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Folding Boat This object appears as a wooden box that measures 12 inches long, 6 inches wide, and 6 inches deep. It weighs 4 pounds and floats. It can be opened to store items inside. This item also has three command words, each requiring you to use an action to speak it. One command word causes the box to unfold into a boat 10 feet long, 4 feet wide, and 2 feet deep. The boat has one pair of oars, an anchor, a mast, and a lateen sail. The boat can hold up to four Medium creatures comfortably. The second command word causes the box to unfold into a ship 24 feet long, 8 feet wide, and 6 feet deep. The ship has a deck, rowing seats, five sets of oars, a steering oar, an anchor, a deck cabin, and a mast with a square sail. The ship can hold fifteen Medium creatures comfortably. When the box becomes a vessel, its weight becomes that of a normal vessel its size, and anything that was stored in the box remains in the boat. The third command word causes the folding boat to...

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Encyclica Drakonica Committed faithfully to ink by Rajeshwar, humble student of the illuminated scholar Alpanu , whose researches and words these are. May she find peace within the belly of the red wyvern of Castilloq, who devoured her before this book could be completed. Compiled this Year 410 of the Most Holy and Enlightened Empire of Montalvair, which is Year 19 of Empress Ramtha II, may she rule forever. (Copied and annotated by the hand of the humble Jirran Sere, from the secret copy entrusted to the College of the Horned Moon, this Year 5871 of the Eternal Empire of Montalvair, during the reign of the Sublime Emperor Bertoldo. I warn my readers, and especially any scribes who may wish to copy this tome in the future, that this book is accursed. All copies save two have vanished, and with them have vanished -- or more generally, perished -- most beings who have owned and read them. It is said that some dragon, enraged at a lie -- or more likely a truth -- in these pages, has made ...

Merth Camcarran, a stern and weathered old sprite, and Fizzle Pwillganog, a young and eager pixie, have been sent by Queen Titania, ruler of the Seelie Court, to ask for aid from Mag the Hag-bagger and her company of adventurers. Merth was one of Mag's first archery tutors. They gave you the following information: An infestation of ettercaps and giant spiders have overrun Sweetmere, a pixie settlement familiar to Mag. Ettercaps, sometimes called "shepherds of the spiders," are natural predators of small Fey. Auntie Magothy has lain as if under an enchantment since shortly before the spider infestation -- not moving, not breathing, not responding, yet tenuously alive. It is believed that her spirit might be roving the Feywild, and that she is in some way behind these events. Titania fears to slay her lest her spirit be freed of all restraints. Dorothy, warlock in service to Queen Titania, went to investigate but has disappeared. Titania cannot reach her, and fears sh...