The Crown Princess of Sadaren needs a husband! There’s just a few teeny little problems.
A short adventure synopsis for any party which is getting a little too big for it’s boots.
A group of travelers come across an abandoned village and find themselves in a battle for their lives.
Revolution is upon them. Like a worm-riddled timber the Kingdom is rife with discontent, and the aristocrats are being evicted, their castles burnt and ruined. For those who escape, life looks bleak…
Selene’s life revolves around a secret that not even she knows. It is when this secret is revealed to her; that she can go and fufill her own destiny…
(inspired from the dream walkers thread)
When Cortez captured the Aztec leader, Moctezuma, he and his conquistadores demanded a room full of gold as ransom. The soldiers of Gkar’tell wants quite a bit more in return for the leader of the Lizardfolk…
A wraith turned a wandering fairy into a a fairy wraith. It turned on it’s own people and destroyed the entire nest of faries. Except one. And now that one needs your help.
And you thought they were always cute all the time…
Sometimes things are simpler then they look…
“Winds and waters keep,
a hush more dead than any sleep”
- W. Allingham, Ruined Chapel.
The trade ships from Menast have failed to arrive, but why?
An icky sideline plot to a forest adventure.
A mighty force is building in the East, and all of Strolen’s Citadel must band together if we are to have any hope of defeating it.
A war story about an old vetrans past, could lead to a mystery type adventure.
The greatest earth trembler in all of the history of the land of Lishar has revealed the long-lost gates to the Nine Abyssal Vales of Kthor. Are you brave enough try your hand?
Your brother has betrayed you in the worst way possible?
-Should you get revenge from your brother and betray all you once believed in
-or should you die and elt your brother keep your possetions, your throne, your glory?
The Golem Wars are over now. There is a great peace around the world, but something evil and powerfull has been awakened in the darkness.
(Recommended avg. Hero lvl: 10-13)The heros find that either a peasant went insane and killed the mayor/king/other high ranking official and says that the “Man in his dreams” made him do it, or, simply the high-ranking official died in his sleep for no apparent reason.
Based on a true story. The players seek refuge from a storm in a village inn, but are they safe from the elements that they were fleeing?
After a successful adventure and money in the pocket they decide to splurge and live it up. They site down and order a nice meal and it far surpasses their expectations- until halfway through it the other guests start falling over choking and vomiting.
A PC awakes in a cell plastered with blood. On the floor lies a crucifix necklace. She escapes, chased by the guards and soon the terrible truth of her situation dawns on her…
They enter a town and see a large crowd surrounding something that cannot quite be figured out. They soon realize that the town has gathered around a woman tied to an old wooden construction that is created to allow her neck to hang over an open a crack in the earth.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.