The pride of this tribe has led it to ruin. The only thing that remains is to die with pride.

Will certainly not be suspected, a bad luck charm for everyone around.

A village is being terrorized by a demon. Daerun, the Dragon-lord that claims this territroy, has decreed that before he will help any cause, he must have a gift to show that the cause needs his intervention. Now you must go and kill/capture some of the demons underlings to present to Daerun or the village is doomed.

Two religeous sects are approching open war after members of each sect are found brutally beaten to death.

A continuation to the plot The Dreamweaver. This time, the PCs might not be so lucky…........

An ancient old man, whose seen his fair share of bar fights. Still vigourous despite his age, he knows the tales and legends of the surronding area almost as well as he knows the chipped steins of his inn.

(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.

Golden tablets with the seal of the ruler that issued the pass and the seal and name of who it was issued to. About the size of your palm of solid intricately etched gold. The holder of the tablet is backed by the authority of the king to make any required purchases on credit or enter any place they deem necessary. A very powerful token indeed.

You know that little voice in the back of your head that tells you when you’re about to do something stupid? Well, he’s here and he’s brought some friends.

The village’s spiritual leader is fevered and babbling about ghosts. Is what’s plauging him an assault from beyond the grave, or of a more earthly source?

Yes, it’s the wise old man you alway knew you’d meet.

A new twist on the deck of many things with it’s own card game.

A gambler often on the move between towns. Unwittingly in posession of the Deck of Fate.

A small door, often wood but sometimes metal or stone, that is a doorway to an extra-dimensional room.

Chaos and Law have reached a comprmise and stopped thier warring. This truce holds as long as the respecitve priests honors the other’s ways for one day of the year. Lawful preists must incite a large decadant celebration or carelessness and the chaotic priests must chaperone the event and keep the party from turning ugly while remaining out of involvement. Thus the warring of the gods has been kept in check for decades and all is well. At least untill the materials for the party come up missing two short weeks before the truce day…

A full bearskin, paws with claws, head and teeth and such, to be worn as a warm and comfortable cloak.

Oh, and the spirit of the bear can be summoned to fight along side you as well.

One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.

The job of a lifetime. The King’s very own Security Advisor has redesigned the security of the armoury and has chosen the PC’s to give it a test run. If they break in and out, they will win much respect. If they fail, then they simply prove the armoury security is unbreakable. Can’t lose, until after the ‘test’ break-in the armoury really is broken into and the most valuable weapons of the kingdom are now missing…and the PC’s are the prime suspects.

The two great continents of the world are bitterly at war and they have been busy creating the ultimate weapon. But the Chromatic Council of Colour Dragons are aware…

Nobody knows how many were made or who the creator was. It is only known that in need, the blades always appear to those that are worthy. They lift those they choose into places of power and use that influence to rage a millennium old war.