A festival of settling scores and airing of grievances
While enjoying a meal in the local tavern, the party strikes up a conversation with another customer, who is witty and urbane.
Sometimes you just can't keep a good man down
Something to keep your party on their toes.
As long as a hundred spears and longer, the weapon must be hoisted!
The party comes across a magic amulet. This amulet will give each user two wishes, but the wishes almost seem to have a mind of their own.
Few things attract attention quite like the death of a star.
What happens? Are you kidding me?
The heroes encounter prisoner-slaves and their masters
A time of flags and feasts…
Pumpkintown, The Strawberry Festival, Fall Days - small town festivals are as varied as the small towns that host them, and just as colorful.
The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they "rub it", and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
"Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!"
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?