For your pleasure and entertainment, here we present, thirty fiendlings seasoned with a whiff of brimstone, teasingly clad in shadow, accompanied by tunes played on pipes of angel-bone; likewise do we tell of the gifts they might bestow upon one in their favor.
So get them before Hell freezes over!
30 Orcish Ornamentations of Outlandish Awesomeness and Some Ordinarily Uninteresting Objects Overcome with Ogreish Opulence!
Save/Help the Halflings! They offer rewards. Material and otherwise.
Be it a cursed artifact, an angry god, a spell gone wrong, or bad luck, these are just a taste of the strange things that might befall a character.
Due to the nature of tabletop RPGs, a campaign will often start with a random group of strangers. Here are some ways to get them adventuring together, without resorting to the old Tavern trope.
When dealing with ghosts and the Undead in general, the right Spirit Lantern might make all the difference between a successful encounter and ending injured or even worse, dead or possessed. Here are a few of the most useful...
The brave, the hateful, the good and the nasty-30 officers, for those who like to game in a military style.
30 more limitations to the practise of magic, aka Why Everyone Cant be a Magic User
The tripwire activated a trap of such ferocity that even the bravest man among us quavered.
Why are most people not users of magic? Why does magic not rule the whole world? Because...
"No, don't touch...that. Too late."
30 Royal and Regal Queens to rule them all.
The hard working, the lazy and the indispensible, 30 Servants to look after the myriad needs of your world's nobles.
Treasured texts of the infamous Doctor Alcomb.
30 gangsters of various types, from the boss to the wannabe, the biker gang member to the despised turncoat, and many more.
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The 30 of Selador are the movers and shakers of the realm of Selador. From battle-hardened war mages to young druid apprentices, they are the backbone of the kingless realm of Selador, a domain rising from the ashes of the last war.
"Are you crazy? There ain’t no such thing. It’s all fairy tales for the stupid and desperate. Even if it were, they all say it’s cursed or something. Get back to work."
What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord?
What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight?
What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?
Thirty more princesses, this time with an insect/small creature theme.
Thirty farmers, from the happy to the grumpy, the serf to the squire.
The PC's enter a town amid a giant celebration, the Spring Wedding Festival. Unmarried men and women from all over the provinces gather her every spring to be matched by the most sacred matchmaker ever to live, Holly Lovard. Holly is now ancient and must be carried everywhere she visits and rumors are that this will be her last visit to the Wedding Festival so any matches made this spring will be doubley blessed.
Enter PC's, wrong place at the wrong time. Molly sees one of them, calls him/her out of the crowd and that are unable to resist the push and pull of the mob. Brought in front of Molly Lovard, the PC is declared the lifemate of
Could be the king's daughter, a peasant, member of the thieves guild. Could be anything to add a twist to an already building plot, or just throw the characters into an awkward situation.