A bloated corpse shows up downriver from a Taoist monastery. Brought to you by
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100 word challenge #2
Will players provide their help to a man and his ward when it becomes obvious that they are the targets of a group of hired thugs?
Giant firebreathing spiders attack the city!
Downsit, you, you and you! Story tell of Koboldi rise to Island King!
Or, 30 Ways for Mad Science to go Delightfully Awry
The King has an issue about the ale that is extremely popular in his nation...
The story of a castle where time and the sound of piano intertwines
The PCs are sent to rescue the Lady Helen from the pyramid she has been trapped in...but it will not be easy.
A mighty Kraken, the beloved of Big Red, has been infected by a horrible polar parasite, and the PCs have to find a way to cure her before it is too late...
On a planet with no name, a group of lawmen must protect a colony nobody has heard of from the universe’s most effective killers. All the while preserving the safety of both the guilty and the innocent in an effort to make society more about dignity and freedom than profit and force.
In a bar not too far off the road, a man walks in. his boots clattering on the wooden floor. The bar is noticeably empty with only a few guys still around either drinking or chatting. Not too surprising since it is already the evening and they probably went home. The smell of smoke and liquor still hangs in the air like a fly caught in a web. The man in the trench coat pulls himself on a stool near the counter. His face covered by a bandanna and the brim of his hat obscuring the view of his eyes. The bartender, who had been cleaning a beer glass, looks up.
"So what'll it be, stranger?"
The man responds in a gruff and tired voice. "Dark and Stormy."
Trapped in a dream, chained by a net of magic, Deneus Betherim, arch mage of Cormalth bleeds magical essence from his fingers, fueling a rift in the fabric of existence; an essence conduit to the realm of elemental earth.
Earth, sand, mud, rocks and clay travel through the rift, and a mountain is being born beneath the feet of the ensorcelled conjuror.
Deneus is the blood of the mountain, fueling the portal, but who is the mastermind behind it all?
More annoying than fairy fire ever was. And much more deadly.
In the chosen families, the son was always more dangerous than the father.
New Submissions
Lavish glade and lush green field,
Wizen'd oaks; to the blight all yield.
Weeping trees of crimson blood,
the Fields of Flesh turn life to mud.
Will you tread and smile and sleep
where devils dance and angels weep?