Revolution is upon them. Like a worm-riddled timber the Kingdom is rife with discontent, and the aristocrats are being evicted, their castles burnt and ruined. For those who escape, life looks bleak…
The Elven city of Pulca is under siege by a small chaos clan of beastmen. The General of the beastman is a shaman that is attempting to open a warp gate from the the Choas realm. If by any chance the gate is opened many many choatic deamons and abominations will be turned loose on the grand Elvish City of Pulca.
Selene’s life revolves around a secret that not even she knows. It is when this secret is revealed to her; that she can go and fufill her own destiny…
(inspired from the dream walkers thread)
A Castle or better a fortified tower is floating over the country side and being attacked by goblins (or other monsters, depending on PC strength)
People disappear under mysterious cicumstances, undead creatures are seen and the villain is 14 years old.
The desert can be a harsh place, but the people can be even harsher. Unfortunately for Abdelfettah, the spirits of the sands were not with him this day…
When Cortez captured the Aztec leader, Moctezuma, he and his conquistadores demanded a room full of gold as ransom. The soldiers of Gkar’tell wants quite a bit more in return for the leader of the Lizardfolk…
A wraith turned a wandering fairy into a a fairy wraith. It turned on it’s own people and destroyed the entire nest of faries. Except one. And now that one needs your help.
And you thought they were always cute all the time…
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?
A great Evil has settled across the land. A sage of your acquaintance thinks he have a solution. He found several references to an older tome of healing that details such a crisis and gives a solution. The Tome of Klorak. However, all copies were destroyed a century ago, as the clerics call him a heretic. One copy might remain. It is in the royal library in the lost city of Asylum.
Once a year, the army rounds up the Mad and takes them to the City of Asylum. While you are travelling on the road, you encounter an army unit escorting 30 insane people dressed in tattered clothes. Yet one might not be mad….
Sometimes things are simpler then they look…
The players are sent to find an ancient army that has sworn to protect the land. Beware, nothing is as it seems…
The great mage Cicero Talaten and his family suddenly vanished one day two hundred years ago. The bodies of his wife, daughter, and one of his sons were found on the grounds of his ancestral home. But what of Talaten himself, or his other son?
A young queen, beautiful and cruel.
A war for limits.
An ancient fire, a civil war.
The conspiracy has begun.
Unknown to anyone, a glamorous ball for the Duke of Erezi will turn into a confusing and chaotic bloodbath.
Floating cities, legendary spells, sinking islands, and a missing king.
The heroes are ninjas of the Kakemetsu Clan, hired to assassinate the Lord Kuganara Daijo. But when they infiltrate the Kuganara Castle, they find that there is more to this than there seems to be.
Old swords, ancient kings, and forgotten cities. Once the greatest city in the land, now guarded by darkness and death. Akibara was one of the hubs of the east, gateway to the sea, entrance to the lands. Now it lies amid a forgotten desert of ruin and death.
A siren has seduced a noble overboard and gifted him with watery breath. Now his family is preparing to go to war with the mer-people, blaming them for his kidnapping. They mer-people have beseeched the players to explain that the siren isn’t even one of thier people and help rescue the noble from the siren.
Problem is, the noble is now daddy.
Medieval Britons didn't write contracts. Instead, men making agreements would clap their knives onto an altar and recite the agreement three times to seal a deal. Even after the Normans introduced written contracts, British nobles would wrap the parchment around a knife to authenticate it.