A ship, drifting through the mists, with not a soul visible on her deck. Haunted? Yes, but not the way that you might expect…
Within the Ruddye Draggon, the landlord has more than fresh ale brewing. Can this landmark tavern be saved?
What would you do if you were offered the chance to be a monster?
Everyone can think of a favorite song or two (or three) which can easily be translated into a fantasy rpg concept, be it an item, plot, location, or what have you. Just take the lyrics of your favorite real-life ditty, and go from there!
This is a scroll for every rumor or tale you might here from a friend or in a bar.
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.
He slides down the tower and onto the streets from the princess’s balcony and makes his escape! Oh, but if only he would learn from his philanderous ways! “But I won’t learn,” he thought slighly.
It is extremely cold and snow cover the plains as the heroes notice the dead frozen people hanging from the branches of scattered trees along the road. Ahead they see the local Lords soldiers hanging them up, mercilessly throwing buckets of water on their naked unprotected bodies until they freeze.
One day a you are walking on a road to get to a popular city of some sort. All of a sudden you encounter a group of bandits walking towards you looking to start a fight.
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…
The characters are unwittingly embroiled in a rebel organisation, and must lead the Black Shield fighters to victory against the evil Halar, seeking out new hideouts, rescuing people from towns and generally doing what Robin Hood would have done in their situation.
The Jiangsi was the name of an undead being in Chinese folklore and mythology. Usually translated as zombie or vampire for Western palates, the Jiangsi was really neither. They appeared as simply risen, fresh corpses. They moved (peculiarly!) by hopping rather than walking, and sought out the living to suck the Qilife force from their victims.
Perhaps significantly more interesting than the Jiangsi itself, was the lore surrounding them. "Zombie wranglers", or "Corpse Herders", usually Daoist priests, were men tasked with delivering these undead beings back to their respective home towns. Tradition in China placed great importance and emphasis on the return of the dead to their homes and families, and thus the corpse herders came to be. By using magick words and talismans they would animate the dead, and by placing specially inscribed parchments of paper over the Jiangsi heads and faces, the corpse herders would be able to control the hopping corpses. Then like pied pipers, they would lead processions of subdued undead, across many miles, rhythmically chanting and ringing tiny bells.
Special inns were built across China to house these undead caravans, as the zombies could only travel by evening and night, the sun anathema to them. Rows of doors opening to barely a closet-space, lined the walls of these special establishments. Behind these doors, the corpses would be stored upright while the corpse herders rested in rooms.
The Jiangsi under the control of a corpse herder were quite harmless, merely hopping after him, silently and without complaint, for weeks and months. If however, the magicked parchment would somehow be removed from their faces, the creatures would immediately seek living humans to kill. Their thirst for Qi was unquenchable.
The job of a corpse herder was an interesting one to say the least.