War is brewing over the new fertile lands next to the Otane River. Trade has ceased and conflict is thick in the air. Contacts must be kept and messages must still be sent to allies in each of the cities. Spies are untrustworthy and the loyal ones cannot be spared. The need for those competent and smart enough to deliver state secrets is desperately needed.

Starts like a regular investigate/slay/recive reward adventure, but with a macabre twist in the end that should get your players thinking…  a low level adventure

Based on a true story. The players seek refuge from a storm in a village inn, but are they safe from the elements that they were fleeing?

Every five years the wandering nomads of the land have a large gathering bringing them together from all over. Unfortunately a town has sprung up on top of their gathering place. Live in peace and deal with each other or will the overlapping of two entirely different cultures clash in a bad way?

An ordinary seek-the-artifact scenario gives a valuable lesson why you should always check your employer.

After a successful adventure and money in the pocket they decide to splurge and live it up. They site down and order a nice meal and it far surpasses their expectations- until halfway through it the other guests start falling over choking and vomiting.

A PC awakes in a cell plastered with blood. On the floor lies a crucifix necklace. She escapes, chased by the guards and soon the terrible truth of her situation dawns on her…

The Despotic Queen of Shiant has decreed that a competition will take place in the month of Oconerry. She will have built a labyrinth through which the contenders must pass in order to win the ultimate prize: her hand in marriage.

During their travels through a dense wooded area the high pitched sound of a scream tears through the peacefulness of the forest.

Two sly-looking men turn up in town accompanied by a third man who says very little and who they don’t allow to be seen much.

The war has returned. But now the enemies of the enemy are no longer dwarfs. Men must stand against the host, and to do so they need weapons. The mines of the dwarfs in the Elathon valley must be re-opened, and their fruits mined.

A century ago a power hungry noble sacrificed all the first born children of a nearby town in hopes of gaining the Dark Lord’s favor. The plan failed and his plea for power was ignored. The townspeople trapped him in his tower and destroyed it allowing it to topple down onto him. His last words spoke of his will to return and enslave the town. Now the towers has been seen standing, but what it means is anybodies guess.

The task easier than usual, escort a group of pilgrims from the sleepy town of A to the dwarven forges of B, get the bell and return. But…

Adventurers are hired by a local guild to collect some overdue debts.

This adventure is based around a witchcraft trial. The (innocent) witches have to adventure around trying to collect evidence and witnesses to prove their innocence, which is surprisingly difficult when people slam their doors and window-shutters out of suspicion whenever you hove into view. The prosecutors have to get witnesses who can testify to having seen the witches at their satanic practices.

The well-known glassmaker and -blower Rinaldo substituted certain components in old recipes with others, cutting the price to a half, without loss of quality. Great business for him, but who will be hurt?

~ I’k atal si hen-uethian Kalorsani, hnath uetht-er k’atal Lueni.
~ To spill the blood of the Kalorsan is to spill the blood of men.

The characters are wasps from the devastated nest of Ys’drktha. The other survivors from the cataclysm are being held and tortured in the pits of the neighbouring Ak’thaan nest, being slowly dismembered and eaten by drone wasps or fed to the writhing masses of larvae.

Deep in the woods, something has gone wrong. Travellers are disappearing like flies and the townspeople are wary of passing under its shady eaves.

What happens if you actually get what you have been looking for, all the time ?