Zig, zig, zig, Death in a cadence,
Striking with his heel a tomb,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zig, on his violin.
"I never want to hear another fiddle for as long as I live!" -Corwin Silvernail
How hard is it to despatch a troublesome swan? A lot harder then you might think.
PCs are hired to assassinate a local Count. Designed as the opening mission of a war-based campaign.
Two local merchants were found dead last night, both seemingly poisoned. Everebody is clueless as to what happened. Will the Heroes uncover the truth?
A young nymph gives up her life to encounter the PCs, begging them as she dies to save her sister nymphs from extinction and promising that they will be well rewarded for their trouble.
Do the PCs dare to go and raid the tomb of the Pharaoh Upshi?
You have to infiltrate a warzone, get engineering data, and get out. Simple. The twist: The data is on the large moon tantalus IV. Better known as "Hell" by its inhabitants. Good luck…
Parties have a habit of getting out of hand, especially when it’s the young and wild generation. Sometimes, parties get a little more than out of hand, if the spirit moves the guests.
An offer, a long voyage, a bitter ordeal, and a knife in the back.
Your average posse of adventurous types is hired by a wizard to stop the attacks on a small village.
One of Corleone’s commander has come up with an exquisite trap for the newly forming armies of Ignus. The only problem? He needs bait for the trap, and he’s just hit upon the perfect idea…
War has begun, and the troops have begun to move. Lying on the border between Esteov and the God’s Spine Mountains, Kerrengen Keep secures the main source of fresh water for the capital of Esteov, Lake Kerrengen.
“Please sirs, my grandmother lives just beyond the forest”
Someone wants Prince Philoj dead. Or?
On an outlying farm, the sick grandfather of a family was kidnapped. Can the kidnappers be stopped before they deliver him off-planet?
A town is besieged by a changing culture and is desperate to hold on to its oldways. But that gets harder as the next generation starts to leave the traditions behind. The drive of some people to resist change and hold on to what they have is so great that they will not only fightthe undead but eventually embrace them.
Missions for any campaign in any city of any realm. As long as crime exists, you will be able to use this submission.
To trap an ancient demon you need an ancient ritual.
And where do find such a ritual?
In the tomb of an ancient priest, of course.
And that’s where the trouble begins.
These rare, fist-sized spiders do not make webs, but rather excrete secretions which harden upon contact with air. These "droppings" resemble barley-sized spider eggs, or even lustrous pearls, once the slime coating them, dries up. In fact, dried Pearl Spider "drops" are indistinguishable from the marine varieties produced by mollusks, and hence of identical value on the open market!
Several centuries ago, they were studied by naturalists, and several observations were made. Firstly, was that these spiders "lay" these pearls for no apparent or discernible "natural" reason, and secondly, the naturalists had discovered that the more these spiders ate or were fed--and they were true omnivores--the larger the spider pearls came out.
A cottage industry began. Enterprising merchants hunted and collected these creatures across the lands, erecting spider-farms for the manufacture of Spider Pearls. It wasn't long before someone got the idea to force-feed the spiders, ala foie gras geese, and soon, the fattened spiders began pooping out pearls of great size! (relatively speaking). The regular pearl market came to disarray, and prices and value fluctuated wildly.
[b]Plothook[/b] The Mermen Mercantile Alliance hires the party to eradicate all terrestrial Pearl Spider Farms!