side-quest-ish and open-ended to be sure.
A recently re-discovered odd treatise
In the chosen families, the son was always more dangerous than the father.
As long as a hundred spears and longer, the weapon must be hoisted!
The Sneel are causing trouble again.
Not quite Science Fiction…
Someone wants Prince Philoj dead. Or?
Wherever the PCs have gone recently, they have heard the talk. The Doomsday Machine of Toothless Amalgam has stopped spitting out birdseed. The End is nigh.
Shadows gather…and linger.
The Age of Vog…The Unending Winter of Discontent, The Epoch of Smoke and Ash.
Everyone can think of a favorite song or two (or three) which can easily be translated into a fantasy rpg concept, be it an item, plot, location, or what have you. Just take the lyrics of your favorite real-life ditty, and go from there!
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.