An ominous emblem begins appearing in tapestries, paintings, engravings, streets, etc. across the town or city in which the players are staying.
And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules. - Barbossa to Elizabeth, Pirates of the Caribbean.
While enjoying a meal in the local tavern, the party strikes up a conversation with another customer, who is witty and urbane.
Late is the hour, dark the night. Clouds blanket out the moon and stars. A lone figure is seen slipping out of the forest and onto the main road leading into the village, in search of it's doctor.
A sorcerer with evil intentions or just a murderer waiting for another fool?
At a crossroads, the characters come across a trio of thick poles set into the ground, just outside the overlapping roads.
An obviously wealthy and beautiful woman contracts the PC’s to solve a missing persons case. The missing person is her younger sibling, a teenage boy.
Machine, AI, being, God? The best guarded secret of the country of Egypt, Former Earth. One which secured them their galactic future and survival, at the same time, damning them in the eyes of every nation of the Republic for an eternity.
The Bannington Lapur LRTI AA Particle Rifle was developed by Deimos Inc to replace the Republic’s older R3X7 Particle Rifle. The weapon is currently only being used by Elite Clone Units and Special Forces and is still undergoing trials. Several prototypes are known to exist their whereabouts unknown except for the original which is on display at the Republic Central Fleet’s Museum of Armaments.
Lounging around in the Cantina, Kolburn kept a watchful, yet unassuming eye on those around him as he finished the last morsels of what passed for a meal in this joint. Brushing off the crumbs, he glanced round, careful not to make eye contact with any of the other patrons who might later remember him as he made his way unobserved to the entrance and out into the cold of the port. He would come back and pay off his mounting tab, when he next came across a few credits, or found another odd job. After all, he wasn’t completely without his honour, unlike some people.
"Getting their attention is easy, you just need to hold it. But that doesn't concern you. Just make sure it's quick, then move on. You'll know when I wink."
A guide for other users to better understand my voting criteria and what my votes mean.
“Many hungry people in these parts and the roads are dangerous. So you have a choice, you can give us most of your provisions to feed the starving, or all your silver to pass safely. The choice is yours, wanderer.”
For those who enjoy comfort and discretion, and don’t mind paying a few extra coins
during their stay in Ak-Var.
This great square lies a few feet below the level of the surrounding streets. A place of where emotions run high; a place of both awe, and despair.
Atop a nearby rise the infuriated priestess stood, taking in the unfolding scene in the
valley below. How dare these metallic, roaring, foreigners loot their temples. She offered
up a silent, vengeful prayer to her gods, may their wrath befall these intruders!
They were made as a promise of everlasting peace and unity. One has been opened to prevent a war. A second sits on display in a Dwarven hold. The last has vanished, and to this day, has never been found.
Why do they choose to re-appear now? Perhaps it is just a crazed local? What will happen to the child?
An interesting little idea I came up with. Also my first attempt at a 100 Word Challenge.
A tiny marble cherry with an amber heart inlaid. One of the Lolliful Avenger's most devastatingly effective weapons.
Come, join in our discussion. We're composing a list to categorize the different lunatics that spill their inane natter here. You fit in where did you say?
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?