Stalwart men and true, they can be found wherever true heroes gather. What they’re doing there is a mystery to all…
Missions for any campaign in any city of any realm. As long as crime exists, you will be able to use this submission.
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Barnacles and bilge rats, a pernicious package of perfidious pirates!
30 Minor Curses
A parcel of pretty princesses
A cold and cadavorous collection of nefarious necromancers.
A collection of 30 scrolls, manuscripts, and codices sampled from the library of Atal, the Wise Councilor.
You step in from the fog swirled street. It is not as dark as you expected, but it is just as loud and smelly. There is about 30 people in this dockside bar.
You find yourself brought to the Great Lord’s Court after completing your assignment. Thanks are given. You are invited to the festivities later that day. Court is adjourned and you are now trapped in a room with numerous courtiers ....
Hot off the Press! These are not your eldritch manuals or ancient folios of doom. These are random books, a GM can use whenever a PC reaches for a shelf, which usually happens when said GM is least expecting it. These can be found in most libraries, many private homes, and anywhere else one could expect to find a book. More than a few have some built-in plot hooklings as well, while others, like many books of our age, are plain drivel.
So, you walk in the tavern. It is a fairly average place, good sized ceiling, a roaring fire, lots of tables. There is a crowd of about 30 people….
The Crew of the “New Hope”, a fine, and not so fine, bunch of seafaring men.
30 slingers of spells, vendors of enchantment, and bizarrement.
There is a tournament and now the town is flooded with Knights. OR there is a huge group of nights the characters are interacting with. Now you have to fill out those personalities. Here is 30 of them.
Thirty Mages for every kind of magical world out there.
Forsooth! A fair flock of faithful friars, from fanciful to factual.
A minor mess of magnates for myriad monarchies.
Now with Scroll functions! Add your own!
Some times you just need a horde of police officers…
Walking through the alleys of the docks district of town, you hear an old, mad beggar calling out for alms. He claims to be a god, cast out from heaven and stripped of his powers. The party passes, tossing a few coppers to him. In thanking them, the madman refers to incidents in their childhood or distant past which would have been all but impossible for him to know.