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Or, 30 Ways for Mad Science to go Delightfully Awry
The hacker had breached the final firewall and was typing code into the command prompt: code/7777SOHAT. Images flashed up on screen and he gazed in terror at what he saw.
In the chosen families, the son was always more dangerous than the father.
Request Advice
- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too…"
Codex
Buttons, how could you?
A strange group of ghosts plague the grave yard, only seen under the light of the full moon and known to drive most men mad that hear their gibbering speech.
(A simple plug in side-quest with a twist, that is left a little generalized to fit in with any fantasy campaign with minimal prep work by a gm.)
Codex"Did ya hear that? There’s riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!"
CodexThis was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something…
That’s no moon ...
"What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…"
CodexWe’ve all heard them over the years, and in every story there is a grain of truth…
A mysterious young nobleman is making quite a stir in the court, and not all are pleased about it…
The bard tuned his lyre for the 5th time. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Ancient eyes greeted him. This would be his last performance, it had to be perfect.
Among his effects, the highwayman had 24 mysterious vials. What could the strange liquid portend?
Dungeon ideas for inspiring role-playing and drama.
There is a new threat to mankind coming and it’s all due to poor craftsmanship…
I have fled in the shape of the raven of prophetic speech
~ Taliesin
“Ye’ve ‘eerd th’ one ‘bout th’ king who’ll send 3000 gold royals te th’ lucky man thet sends ‘im a letter back t’ test th’ Royal Mail, an’ ye heerd aboot th’ succubus that makes off wi’ mens’ kitlins after she ‘as ‘er way wi’ em, but ha’ ye heerd aboot th’ beggar lad that wants a stone from ever’ village in th’ kingdom?
I’m beging to wonder if there can be victory? Please don’t let this go on…
Memoirs of the Nameless soldier
"Bavmor could not possibly have known that the flask was incomplete due to the magical method of its creation. Had Bavmor taken an alchemical approach, he would have known that 10 more ingredients have yet to be found."
- Fitchinger the Great