Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land’s nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure
A tree, a length of rope, and a (maybe not so) innocent victim.
Wotcha gonna do?
Here, have a sup, just two piece of silver.
The heroes encounter prisoner-slaves and their masters
Wherever the PCs have gone recently, they have heard the talk. The Doomsday Machine of Toothless Amalgam has stopped spitting out birdseed. The End is nigh.
The bard tuned his lyre for the 5th time. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Ancient eyes greeted him. This would be his last performance, it had to be perfect.
A Village by a forest, and a secret few knows. Will the PCs discover what dwells beneath the surface?
Travel broadens the mind… If you survive the journey. A collection of Tales of Adventure
How could a single building produce so much strife?
Among his effects, the highwayman had 24 mysterious vials. What could the strange liquid portend?
Dungeon ideas for inspiring role-playing and drama.
There is a new threat to mankind coming and it’s all due to poor craftsmanship…
A time of flags and feasts…
I have fled in the shape of the raven of prophetic speech
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…
On an outlying farm, the sick grandfather of a family was kidnapped. Can the kidnappers be stopped before they deliver him off-planet?
Two Noble Kinsmen, Two Fair Maidens, Two Mischevious Servants, Two Loyal Handmaids, Two Pompous Dukes, a Clown, a Lion, and a bunch of foolish soldiers, all wandering in the forest. Why, it’s practically Shakespeare!
“Ye’ve ‘eerd th’ one ‘bout th’ king who’ll send 3000 gold royals te th’ lucky man thet sends ‘im a letter back t’ test th’ Royal Mail, an’ ye heerd aboot th’ succubus that makes off wi’ mens’ kitlins after she ‘as ‘er way wi’ em, but ha’ ye heerd aboot th’ beggar lad that wants a stone from ever’ village in th’ kingdom?
Minor Cultural Modifier: The culture believes, for the soul to leave the body, the corpse' eyes must be open. So any member of that culture takes care any dead body they find has its eyes open. Doubly true for those they kill themselves, for then the corpse will surely rise as an undead hunting him.