A mysterious, perilous sea next to the island of Shayu. A large whirlpool resides in the middle of it. Out of the many expeditions sent there, only 2 survived to tell the tale. It was rumored that at night, a large, serpentine creature can be seen frolicking in the sea.
Whatever you do, please explore that area with extra caution.
The books were so fascinating that the minds of the researchers were dragged as if by a large snake to the bottom of the source of knowledge. Nobody could, and did not want to leave this place. It was warm, good, there were bushes on the walls, on which hung yellow, green, red berries. They quenched hunger, water from the spring quenched thirst and gave strength. Each book was a new world, with its own special atmosphere. New knowledge allowed researchers to discover new worlds, new technologies. It excited their minds. After reading one book, they wanted to know the continuation of the story in another. And there were countless books. They could travel across other universes and worlds.
In the depths of The Misty Woods there lies a strange black stone tablet towering up to 9 meters, around it thousands of skeletons scattered on the ground. On the tablet hundreds of unknown words glowing red moving around as if they have a soul, with every move as if you can hear the last screams of terror of its victims.Legends say that the first necromancer managed to understand one word and obtained great power but at a great cost, his sanity.
if anybody has no inspiration please continue with The Tablet NO.2 with different kinds of powers.
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In the deepest part of The Abyssal Tunnel Underneath, only accessible from the southern-most entrance, there is a grand white tablet with yellow writing. It towers 9 meters high and has a tunnel through the base large enough for ten dwarves to stand in shoulder to shoulder, with a height of 6 meters.
Mages and researchers have been unable to translate a single character or word into a modern language. Many are unsure of who created the tablet and why, but every so often a living creature will emerge from the tunnel at the center from seemingly nowhere. These creatures range from endangered species to new breeds of creatures never discovered before.
According to ancient dwarven legends, many of which are only partially translated, the tablet was called “The Obelisk of Life” by the ancient world. These legends state that all life emerged from the second tablet to populate the world, and that it predates any dwarven history by “an immeasurable amount of time.”
Many modern dwarves claim the tablet was made by their god of life, Viskana. Ancient writings refer to a race called “the unknown” as a “lost civilization” that “is old enough to remember the origin of the Obelisk of Life” who were “lost to history forever.”
The tablet is made from a material that can not be damaged by modern tools or studied by magic, due to it being impervious to all magic and physical damage. However, the tablet radiates life energy and can heal anyone within a 30 meter range of it. The magic of the table is said to even cure death, and no mages have been able to recreate its effects.
A 20km wide elliptical laser cannon that orbits 800 km above the home planet. The ballista is basically a second moon. It can disintegrate an Earth-sized planet about 2 light years away. It currently resides in a solar system that's 3.5 light years away from the Horseshoe Nebula.
The 1 km "crust" is used as living space. People who live there are mostly technicians.
Its people rarely use it for wars. But, when they do, the effects are devastating.
Journeying far and wide across this majestic world you gave seen natural wonders that would make even Goddesses hide their faces in jealous shame. You have scoured the great cities, the vast plains and the deepest oceans to find all sorts of encounters of great fortune. It is here where luck is at its highest that karma balances all things.
With a curse you haul off your foot wear and dump into your palm this miraculous and yet loathed stone. How it got there, no one knows. How it came to be only science can explain. Regardless of all that there is a stone in your boot.
A simple pebble, nothing remarkable or world shattering.
You toss it aside to be found in someone else's shoe down the road, for such is its vile nature, beware traveler of this menace to adventurers and scholars!
The simple pebble. 
Valley Of The Lost Souls
Running between the wailing mountains of Ergard, the elongated area had become the haven for the troubled souls, both dead and alive. Flowing through the valley was the mystical yellow river, Othram, which provided solace for the lost souls.
Scientists were transported to new worlds, different eras. Market square. Sand covered the area. It was mango-colored. Small, dilapidated houses stood along the perimeter of the square. There was a pillar in the very center. It was dark blue, metallic. 28 meters high. In the middle some symbols were forged. The pedestal was also of the same metal. The researchers were surprised at the lack of people. By running the scanner, they discovered that the metal was unknown on Earth. By touching the pillar, the researchers found themselves in a different world. There were two mountains, three moons, and another pillar. Having touched it, they again found themselves in the library.
If one of us were to see it, we'd say it was a rocket ship that crash-landed into a swamp. Who knows how long it has been there, but vines have grown on it and bloomed, and the fireflies create a soft, calming aura around it. So far, only one person has attempted to open it and see what is within, but to his surprise, he found only things that he didn't know of. Rusted fireworks, ripped plushies, old coffee that smells of dreams...
It came from the abyss, and shall stay in the abyss.
Sister river of the River of Night, it resembles the Underworld's Lethe, where those who drink from its waters lose all memories of their life and fall into oblivion. Those who sip from or bathe in its waters will be judged: only the worthy can have a chance at reincarnation, to start a new life. The same legend has it that the souls of the lost in the River of Night's depths are the victims of the River of Oblivion who could not pass its test - souls with no memory, cursed to wander.
Under the stars, the River is clear; a silver stream of undisturbed water, an almost peaceful yet fatal lake.
It is also known by many names, like the River of New Beginnings, Reincarnation, Death, but most prominently: The River of No Return. Those both fear and curse its name, as many have loved and lost those who seek its embrace: the embrace of the river of no return, and of oblivion.
Legend tells of a street in the midst of a bustling city that only appears at the eleventh hour of the day. If you're lucky enough to find it, then all your wishes and dreams just might as well be granted. The stores and shops are strange, mystical...magical, even. Have you tried this coffee? It makes you feel as if you could fly...quite literally...
DENSE FOG
On December 31, a thick fog descended on the capital, like milk. Belated passers-by caught in the fog disappeared from the streets of the city. Some found themselves unexpectedly on a ridge in the snow-capped mountains, others in a noisy and unfamiliar city, and still others found themselves at the edge of the forest. A note appeared in heaven:
"2020 hasn't been the best year, but it hasn't been the worst year either.
2021 can be either better than the previous year or worse.
It all depends on the look of the person. "
A moment and passers-by again found themselves in their hometown. The fog began to dissipate under the sun's rays.
Passers-by remained in a daze for a minute, so that in a moment they would forget everything.
It isn't actually heaven's skyscraper. It's a corporate building that stretches almost as high to the sky. What goes on within is unknown to most of the public, but they are responsible for almost everything going on in the city, from public transport and festivals to lighting and energy. The CEO remains a mysterious figure.
STRANGE WEATHER
A warm day of +25 degrees Celsius has already changed into a sharp cold snap of minus 10 degrees in the evening.
The next morning, the entire city was covered with thick snowdrifts, 1 meter high. Thermometers dropped to minus 25 degrees.
The cars would not start. The cats huddled pitifully and looked with frightened eyes at the entrances of houses, where they fled from the cold. Not a single person raised a hand to drive them out to certain death. These were young cats who did not yet know how to survive in the city.
Their more mature colleagues sat on the pipes of the central heating network or climbed into the air ducts of the subway, it was warm there. A saving warmth on such a cold day.
The next morning, the cold Siberian air was gone, replaced by warm Persian.
Again the city became warm and welcoming, as if there was no winter just yesterday. The cats were happily warming themselves on the porches.
