A time of flags and feasts…
Pumpkintown, The Strawberry Festival, Fall Days - small town festivals are as varied as the small towns that host them, and just as colorful.
The city has a thousand stories - and here are a few of them..
A ship, drifting through the mists, with not a soul visible on her deck. Haunted? Yes, but not the way that you might expect…
I will sail my vessel, until I happen upon…
You’re walking through the forest when you encounter…
How many roads must a man walk?
Why isn’t this working!?
Maybe this human is too weak.
So find more humans to test it on!
The Demon Archivist, organizer of Hell’s Caravan
The point of the submission is quite simple: man vs nature is a common conflict in fiction, but not so much in gaming, this submission is a step to correct that.
Each year, One member of the two sides of the tribe is chosen to Acend. It is a deep ritual used to maintain the contact the tribe has with its two gods. Sometimes, you gotta go out with a bang.
Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.
Clerics in roleplaying. Some ideas for incidents that might occur to them while at their chapel.
In the middle of nowhere, followers of nature religions meet for a great festival. Also, the new druid for that region of the world is going to be “elected”. Not all of the 4 contestants are initiates, however…
A forest full of danger where the danger is not at all where the PCs expect it to be.
The most important horse race of the year is fast approaching, thousands are expected to attend. Too bad that the horse favored to win has gone missing…
A town with rather strange inhabitants is in need and offers a moral decision for the party…
One day a you are walking on a road to get to a popular city of some sort. All of a sudden you encounter a group of bandits walking towards you looking to start a fight.
Plots for use with the Old Kingdom setting.
Another continuatio of the heroes’ journey through Daemonland.
An ancient spirit known as the Elephant God said to them “Thou hath defeated me, and thou shalt have thy prize: All the valleys and forest beyond yon cliff art for thou and thine.” Having beaten the not-so-malevolent spirit and laid it to rest, the heroes now stand at the edge of the greatest cliff in all the world. The land they see is know theirs, but what does it hold?
You've probebly heard of the real Thomas Hopkins, Witchfinder-General, who hunted down and hanged suspected "witches". What if there was a world/realm where magic was normal, and it was the non-witches and non-wizards who were hunted down and hanged as inferior beings?