Over the past several days, we’ve been posting the entries we received for the Seize the Tin Crown contest. These will each be only lightly proofread so that you, our voting public, have a chance to judge them based on your own criteria. After we post the last of the entries, we’ll be calling for you all to vote. The winner will seize the tin crown! Oh, the power!

Adventurers need to know the dangers that surround them. Zombie blight might just be one of them at some point. Take a look.

Zombie Blight (CR 4)

Zombie blight is an exotic and dangerous black fungus originally found only in the dark recesses of the realm of the darakhul deep beneath the Principalities of Morgau and Doresh. Because zombie blight does not affect undead, it is sometimes spread intentionally or unintentionally by undead carriers. Ghoul spies recently brought zombie blight into the Cartways beneath Zobeck where it has begun to take hold.

Over the past several days, we’ve been posting the entries we received for the Seize the Tin Crown contest. These will each be only lightly proofread so that you, our voting public, have a chance to judge them based on your own criteria. After we post the last of the entries, we’ll be calling for you all to vote. The winner will seize the tin crown! Oh, the power!

Some locations scare kobolds. Find out why.

The Alley of Squeaks and Screams

Deep within Zobeck’s kobold ghetto an alley lies abandoned. The first few incidents taught the kobolds to shun it, and half-hearted attempts to board up the alleys entrances keeps most of the ghetto’s visitors safe.

Over the past several days, we’ve been posting the entries we received for the Seize the Tin Crown contest. These will each be only lightly proofread so that you, our voting public, have a chance to judge them based on your own criteria. After we post the last of the entries, we’ll be calling for you all to vote. The winner will seize the tin crown! Oh, the power!

Watch yourself in Zobeck! The clockwork stalker might be waiting for you.

The Clockwork Stalker

The glint of red lenses in the darkness, the ominous clicking of a set of giant, metal mandibles: these are the only warnings that precede this clockwork creature. Its hulking body resembles that of a giant ant, with six legs and a smooth, iron-colored carapace.

Over the past several days, we’ve been posting the entries we received for the Seize the Tin Crown contest. These will each be only lightly proofread so that you, our voting public, have a chance to judge them based on your own criteria. After we post the last of the entries, we’ll be calling for you all to vote. The winner will seize the tin crown! Oh, the power!

This time around, we have an entry that focuses on a patron saint. Perhaps the ever-hopeful or the constantly despairing adventurer in your party can look to Saint Vadim for inspiration.

“Abandon all Hope ye who enter here.”
—Inscription on the Gates of Hell

Life is hard on the Rothenian Steppes, where only the wind is free. From the scrambling serf to the devoted monk to the solemn warrior—many seek intercession from the saint they call “The Deliverer.”

In the next several days, we’ll be posting the entries we received for the Seize the Tin Crown contest. These will each be only lightly proofread so that you, our voting public, have a chance to judge them based on your own criteria. After we post the last of the entries, we’ll be calling for you all to vote. The winner will seize the tin crown! Oh, the power!

Today we have an entry that promises to add a little more peril to the every day life of citizens in Zobeck.

The fair citizenry of Zobeck faces a new peril since a couple of months, thanks—once again—to some crazed and eccentric kobolds from the Ghetto, and this menace is the kobold’s steam wagon (seems that their nasty traps weren’t so bad after all). Even if the authorities have tried to ban these horrific menaces on wheels, the scaly wagon-makers currently exploit a flaw in the city’s laws and continue to manufacture them—quite fortunately at a very slow rate—while many reckless persons still enjoy a ride around the city on board one. Criers engaged by the unknown entrepreneur can be heard everywhere in town, chanting the merits of Zobeck’s latest craze: