Here, have a sup, just two piece of silver.
The heroes encounter prisoner-slaves and their masters
Dungeon ideas for inspiring role-playing and drama.
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 city has a thousand stories - and here are a few of them..
A ship, drifting through the mists, with not a soul visible on her deck. Haunted? Yes, but not the way that you might expect…
I will sail my vessel, until I happen upon…
You’re walking through the forest when you encounter…
How many roads must a man walk?
Why isn’t this working!?
Maybe this human is too weak.
So find more humans to test it on!
The Demon Archivist, organizer of Hell’s Caravan
The point of the submission is quite simple: man vs nature is a common conflict in fiction, but not so much in gaming, this submission is a step to correct that.
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.
Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.
Clerics in roleplaying. Some ideas for incidents that might occur to them while at their chapel.
In the middle of nowhere, followers of nature religions meet for a great festival. Also, the new druid for that region of the world is going to be “elected”. Not all of the 4 contestants are initiates, however…
A forest full of danger where the danger is not at all where the PCs expect it to be.
The most important horse race of the year is fast approaching, thousands are expected to attend. Too bad that the horse favored to win has gone missing…
A town with rather strange inhabitants is in need and offers a moral decision for the party…
An insidious creature, most likely somehow "related" to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional "crunch". The Dead Leaves will then swirl and "rise" up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor.
Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to "identify" in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.