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…
The nobleman’s daughter must be escorted from place to place, but her addiction may make the journey far harder than it need be..,
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?
Imperial debacles, heroic last stands, the valiant defence of an island, arduous desert crossings and a deadly hunt with the PCs as prey, not predator can all be found in The Variscan War, a mini-campaign (25-40hrs) for medium-high level characters.
When the world is changing and madness descends, can a group of stalwart villagers save a bastard newborn from the clutches of an unknown enemy?
This campaign follows the group on their desperate flight from hostile forces, both covert and overt. This Campaign centre around their perilous journey through the highlands, the lowlands and within the cities of men. Will they survive long enough to reach the relative safety of the sacred Ulukhan? And how will they react to the hidden truths and internal strife they encounter on their journey?
This is a fully fledged campaign. One that will span many, many table top sessions.
Clerics in roleplaying. Some ideas for incidents that might occur to them while at their chapel.
Two characters, one player, and no way to tell which is the real one.
The PC’s have to help a disenfranchised young man reclaim his village.
Lying prostrate on the floor, his documents and scrolls strewn beneath him, was Taewoo Kin - clearly dead, with gruesome marks around his neck that suggested strangulation by something of disturbingly inhuman origin…
When does a boon become a bane? The wise often falter and make foolish mistakes under the guidance of those who are treacherous in design.
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.
One Immortal. One nation. One wizard. Can you foil his evil attempt to attain immortality?
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…
Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.
A hunting party realizes a druid has been foiling it’s hunting efforts and shifts it’s focus from hunting wild game to hunting the druid.
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.
THE GNOMES OF UDNALOR: Part II
Having left the hush of the upper halls, and crossed the depths of the Braeth (an underground river, which is not all that deep because bear in mind we're talking about gnomes here), you would find yourself in Wattling Street, the main road through Udnalor. It's actually a long, well-worn passageway which opens out eventually into the City Centre. The gnome-buildings branch off Wattling Street as small burrows or caverns with boulder-blocked doorways for privacy. You can find armourers and smiths (though their armour tends to be on the small side for humans to buy) and many other types of trader.
There are many streets, ginnels and cooies which run off Wattling Street, the most famous probably being Smell Street, the domain of the infamous gnomish alchemists, the eponymous smell being very distinctive: the stench of cooking fungus, the aroma of subterranean spices, the pungent reek of rotting carcasses (used in some of the more notorious experiments). An encounter with an alchemist can really be spiced up (excuse the pun) if you have a well-stocked herb cupboard, and actually make up the potions, elixirs and draughts as they are ordered by characters.
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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.