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Magic

  • Ant Wand

    Cornwall the Odd brushed the last remnants of the honey cake from his robe. “It is always a pleasant treat to visit you, Zultan.” “Perhaps if you had let me know of your visit, I would have set a larger table,” the small wizard said without a hint of sarcasm. They sat outside of the Continue reading

  • CROW–a New Spell for Pits & Perils

    Otis Bramble, the hedge wizard, looked across the field at the pack of worgs. There were five of them, big ones. The wizard stroked his beard for a moment and set his burlap sack down. He had four nice-sized trout, freshly caught, and he wasn’t in any mood to share. Raising his gnarled staff over Continue reading

  • Witchblade

    Broggna stared at the goblin, squinting her left eye fiercely. The goblin laughed, holding up his crossed fingers in warding, “Your evil eye does no harm to me, witch!” But he swallowed hard when he saw the old woman casually pull a witchblade from her sleeve and gingerly test the sharp edge against her bony Continue reading

  • Brewing Potions (a Pits & Perils Recipe)

    On the edge of Bree, past the stream and through a tangled copse of birch trees, you will find a small hut. No woodcutter lives here. That is evident by the surrounding trees with their branches draped in all manner of witch charms and wards. The smell coming from this hut will vary according to Continue reading