One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.
The job of a lifetime. The King’s very own Security Advisor has redesigned the security of the armoury and has chosen the PC’s to give it a test run. If they break in and out, they will win much respect. If they fail, then they simply prove the armoury security is unbreakable. Can’t lose, until after the ‘test’ break-in the armoury really is broken into and the most valuable weapons of the kingdom are now missing…and the PC’s are the prime suspects.
The two great continents of the world are bitterly at war and they have been busy creating the ultimate weapon. But the Chromatic Council of Colour Dragons are aware…
Nobody knows how many were made or who the creator was. It is only known that in need, the blades always appear to those that are worthy. They lift those they choose into places of power and use that influence to rage a millennium old war.
This combines both a blackmail scheme and mistaken identity in a fun way!
What happens when the atypical daughter of a nobleman renounces everything she was taught?
Her name is well deserved, as she’s the daughter of Insanity and Fear.
Pandora would have opened this one, too.
Who says that the most knowledgable people are adults?
The spy starring in Sabotage, part 2. He may be a double-edged character.
Looks to be a weak necromantic item.
A wizard forced to rule over others, now deceased.
A powerful ring of many protective powers, which has its few downsides.
Another dirty job, this time heavily guarded weapon works have to be stopped.
This sword was forged in the ancient past at the request of a soldier who had to destroy an evil magician who had gained immortality.
The silver necklaces whose inset gems display the status of the wearer.
The everful horn of a vengeful bull-like creature who wants it back…
A double life as a city guard and a master assassin may prove the most difficult of all when a PC is asked to solve a murder he committed.
What does a warrior do, if he can not “go on” anymore? Some give up, this one did not.
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.
An insignficant little species, the candlebug (or waxmoth) is a persistent bane for mages and merchants alike. Each the size of a small digit, these little scarabs thrive on wax and burrow up inside candles, ruining them. Sometimes a late-night worker will hear a crack and a sizzle as his candle expires, only to find the half-burned remains of a waxmoth squirming around on his desk. This is very annoying in worlds where candles are expensive...