This is a scroll for every rumor or tale you might here from a friend or in a bar.

On one of the adventurers’ many journeys through the lands, they one day enter a very strange village surrounded by a palisade. Therein all villagers seem to be sleeping, their hair long and flowing and their nails ever growing. Snow has settled on the land and the few found outdoors are covered in a thin layer of powdery white snow. Nothing can be done to awaken these mysterious sleepers and there seems to be no escaping this village either.

Then the night falls…

Beginning adventurers have a hard time to find the right employment… let us try and help them!

A dangerous beast is loose in the forest.

Does the circus have anything to do with it, and if so can they help catch it?

More to the point, will they admit it?

The PC’s have to help a disenfranchised young man reclaim his village.

A commoner has run into a LOT of money!  Unfortunately, everyone knows it.  Good luck getting out of town in one piece!

The local lord has been deprived of his prize family heirloom, the thief isn’t exactly a thief, but rather an absent minded wizard.  Get the heirloom from the kindly but absent minded professor.  Simple, right?  Well, except for the fine print.

The Seer of Ceylon has had an ominous vision. A warrior clad all in black armor, a horde of demons at his back, and a woman equally vile at his side shall assault Ceylon in the coming weeks. Ceylon shall fall, and burn, and a darkness such as man has never known shall fall upon the world. To prevent this, he has called the PCs forth, and ordered them to slay the man in his vision…

Sinister, enganging plot involves a powerful tool fallen into the wrong hands. Only the players can set things right. They have a piece of the tool, but first they have to figure out how the tool works, why two opposing forces are persuing them, whom to trust, and what to do next. Murder, accusation, betrayal, diplomacy, combat, and constant mystique force the players to make incredibly difficult decisions.

Defenceless villagers, highway bandits, and primitive tribesmen. But who has the magic crystals a young shaman needs? And how do you get hold of them?

An ancient ruin, a pair of boastful teenagers, and a bunch of indifferent gargoyles - but who let the demonic spirit out

Treachery, murder, magic and an army of the dead, all in one rather confusing escapade.

“Return to me,” she said, and as he died, he said: “I shall return”.
And though the years flew like sparrows from disturbed nest, he did return, year after year…

Some legends are history, some are mere stories, and some have a basis in fact. This may not be quite what it seems.

The PCs traveling through the mountain end up in the the small village of Bitterfruit, this tiny village is the epitome of paradise, but even paradise has its secrets.

subterfuge abounds in this royal rumble over the kings road project. The road is way behind schedule and someone needs to find out why.

Political ambition, religious confusion, ancient artefacts, and a mad ghost.

A long forgotten atrocity and crime left unsolved.
At what point does the quest for justice become a desire for revenge?
And when does revenge become another atrocity?

There are sewers beneath the cobbled stone streets, carrying the filth of society away, rather than letting it pile up into steaming heaps of refuse. Something has moved into the sewers and is now coming to the surface to feed.

The evil mage Zarakoth is dead, but with his death the world has gone mad. The aging characters are confronted on all sides by rot, death and decay whilst around them the world regresses rapidly to the stone age. Furthermore, Zarakoth seems to have miraculously not died - and to be more powerful than ever.