‘Come in my friend, be seated with your fellows. I am Ruufon and I hope your sleeptravel has refreshed you and washed away the weariness of your wanderings…’
The Right of Revenge, the Law of an eye for an eye, is also known as the Widerdonum, the repayment. Not debt burns as brightly or as painfully as that of vengeance
Each new home prides itself on its idol and as each new home receives its idol, the power within them grows, glows and connects. ...They are the bringers of wonderment and gifts but little do the townsfolk know, for the Shithiran are the takers of everything.
When armed men barricade the road and demand money, be careful how you respond.
They just might have a legal right to do so.
The Great Bell has been rung, and the Tribe of Talna has been summoned. Now someone must discover why random people are suddenly traveling towards an isolated range of mountains.
This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something…
A war of ambition threatens the unseelie houses of Thiran Nar.
The King is dead.
So who killed him?
...and a star to steer her by.
In the vein of the other Random Encounter threads, now comes the thread for Oceanic encounters
That’s no moon ...
A wrong turn in an other wise well meaning curse leaves the PC’s in a tight spot…
What happens? Are you kidding me?
Your average posse of adventurous types is hired by a wizard to stop the attacks on a small village.
Those Terrifying Tumbling Tubers: The Tale
So, off again we go to slay the evil dragon… but what happens when said evil dragon is asking for a big favour with its dying breath… well, you decide…
“Woe, brethren! What hath these gods wrought? For a thousand suns we have had peace, and now in an instant the light is being extinguished. How can any survive in these Wars of the Sects?”
- Arbiter Ariston Nikomachus
The Continent and its faiths have thrived with little fuss for a millenium. And now, with a few holy words, all of heaven, earth, and hell seem to be at war…
"What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…"
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…
Long has the question of truth been pondered. Long has this been a folly few recognise in time. A killer, a soldier even with a sword is one thing. But a killer who thinks he has found a definite truth, which he decides to fight for, is the most dangerous man in the world.
Is it liberation or conquest? Humane thought or wanton deicide?
A malicious ploy to make the divine starve?
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?