You’ll never eat in this town again.
- "What about that one?"
- "They say he was a chipper back then. Took over his whole family and many more. And now, now he’s a real zombie."
Fingers snapped before his face, he didn’t notice. He just kept shuffling his cards again, that is all he did. A tear ran down his cheek. He missed the Emotion again.
- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too…"
It starts on the horizon, creeping over the land. The storm clouds are huge. They fill the sky. They are moving this way; relentless like the tide, faster than they have a right to. They are dark, so dark to be nearly purple. The rain begins to fall near you. You hear it hit the ground. It hits like bullets. The wind gusts; getting in between a person and their warmth. There is thunder that deafens you. It rolls forth like a stampede. The lightning brings the suns brightness for a moment, before plunging you back into the dark.
"What do you do now?"
Do you need a change in your normal gaming pace? Bored or simply needing something different? Then come here.
"Did ya hear that? There’s riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!"
Riders of the virtual waves, what is new in your world?
Do the PCs dare to go and raid the tomb of the Pharaoh Upshi?
You have to infiltrate a warzone, get engineering data, and get out. Simple. The twist: The data is on the large moon tantalus IV. Better known as "Hell" by its inhabitants. Good luck…
Parties have a habit of getting out of hand, especially when it’s the young and wild generation. Sometimes, parties get a little more than out of hand, if the spirit moves the guests.
An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.
A second chance
In a land known only as legend, in a tower that could only be myth, beings of immortal evil wait for freedom. The Ones who Hunger for Pain are coming to give it to them.
Martha’s coming wasn’t a lucky sign. A heavy birth and a deformed face left even the midwife distrustful. But the child turned out healthy.
The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?
The Right of Revenge, the Law of an eye for an eye, is also known as the Widerdonum, the repayment. Not debt burns as brightly or as painfully as that of vengeance
The Great Bell has been rung, and the Tribe of Talna has been summoned. Now someone must discover why random people are suddenly traveling towards an isolated range of mountains.
This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something…
The King is dead.
So who killed him?
A wrong turn in an other wise well meaning curse leaves the PC’s in a tight spot…
In some regions, various occupations might be exclusively staffed by members of a particular race or ethnic group. As examples, a city's butchers might tradtionally have orcish blood, or all the dwarves in an area could be expected to join the miners' guild (even if they personally have nothing to do with mining). Those who violate these stereotypes may find themselves in conflict with local customs or idiosyncratic laws.