Its tough being an orphan. Now imagine being a clanless orphan in the Drow underworld. Plucked up out of the sewers of Erelhei-Cinlu because someone spotted a spark of talent in you, now you face your toughest challenge to date: graduating from senior year. Pass with 1st class honours, and a more prosperous life awaits, flunk out, and if you're lucky you'll become a Drider.

You are a member of an elite unit in the Brassicacean army, hand-picked by the charismatic captain. You’re a close-knit unit of specialists, usually assigned to ambassadorial missions or diplomatic protection, but now, mysteriously assigned to a tax collection detail. Apparently some hick town in Umbellifera (a province you’ve barely heard of on the western margin of the empire) is attracting the attention and jealousy of its neighbours by having a few more sheep than them or something.

"The Company of the Argent Banner" were once a bold band of adventurers. However, time waits for no man (although it seems quite happy to wait for elves and dwarves), and now many of the party have retired to "The Golden Pegasus".

In the small village of Goreon at the base of the Frostback Mountains dark happenings are afoot. The villagers are terrified to leave their houses after dark and those that do disappear never to be seen again. However the people who have gone missing aren't just strangers, they're your friends and family. So what are you going to do about it?

Grauschloss is a bleak, gothic scenario of investigation and intrigue, ideally run as a stand-alone adventure with four players. In it the players assume the roles of an inquisitorial assembly heeding a call for help by the priest Pieter Schött, who rightly senses that something is terribly, terribly wrong at the keep and in the nearby village of Almburg. Their task is to investigate the murders that have occurred there, discern truth from lies, and hopefully uncover the dark truth of Grauschloss’s history.

The Village of Hommlet has grown up around a crossroads in a woodland. Once far away from any important activity, it became embroiled in the struggle between gods and demons when the Temple of Elemental Evil arose but a few leagues away. Luckily for the inhabitants, the Temple and its evil hordes were destroyed a decade ago, but Hommlet still suffers from incursions of bandits and strange monsters…

Nobody likes the Seven Sarcastic Winds. Every year, as spring turns to summer, they blow around the Bison People’s lands, mocking everybody from the smallest child to the greatest warrior to the wisest grandmother. But everybody puts up with them, because the main thing they do is ridicule the rains. “Call that rain,” they say to the spring showers, “even a calf could piss harder than that,” and the rains slink away in embarrassment, and summer can begin.