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…
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.
Plots for use with the Old Kingdom setting.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.