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It grows on trees?

       By: Wulfhere

In the dry steppelands, one of their most valuable exports is the dried sap of the Larthorn tree. These ugly plants are covered with vicious thorns, but the locals harvest the golden droplets that ooze from their bark each Autumn. This sap, once dried, is valued for its medicinal properties and as a spice. Since little gold or silver is found in the hinterland, the dried droplets of sap are often used as currency by the locals.

Ideas  ( System ) | June 11, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

In Vino Veritas

       By: Wulfhere

The Wizard-Brewers of the Old Empire stored memories in bottles of mead, passing their brightest ideas, most subtle magics, and most important decisions on to their heirs in bottles of oddly-flavored honey-wine. A cache of these ancient magical vintages has been unearthed, but does anyone dare drink from it? The ancient mead's creator is a complete mystery, as are the thoughts he left behind.

Ideas  ( Plots ) | June 6, 2007 | View | UpVote 2xp

My Friend, the Orcish Warlord

       By: Wulfhere

Many games draw moral lines in bold colors, where the real world is not so easy to categorize. Suppose that the player characters are faced with an overwhelming foe? Even unsavory allies such as orcish barbarians may be better than no allies at all. More disturbing, these allies may be honestly friendly to the PCs when all is done, overcoming barriers of race and religion. Will the PCs remain friendly with the bloodthirsty humanoid tribesmen when their mutual foes are defeated? Some would expect the tribes to betray them, but after the characters have honestly won their respect, even orcs may not be all bad.

Ideas  ( NPCs ) | June 5, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

Golden Age

       By: Wulfhere

What if the sources of precious metal in the realm all failed, so that the only sources for gold and other precious metal were hostile foreign lands? Gold coinage might become increasingly rare, resulting in hoarding. Player characters that appear with masses of treasure might be suspected of being in the pay of foreign powers.

Ideas  ( Plots ) | June 5, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

Armies of the Night

       By: Wulfhere

The villages around the capital have a strange new disease cropping up. Spread by a fungus (much like ergot poisoning), it causes its victims to be very sensitive to sunlight. Hundreds of peasants are hiding from the sun, only coming out in the darkness to labor in the fields. Unfortunately, rumor makes their behavior sound more sinister and secretive than it really is.

Ideas  ( Plots ) | May 31, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

The Death Priests

       By: Wulfhere

On some of the islands off the coast, the rites of the local fertility god revolve around ceremonial death and rebirth. The religion's priests have overcome this cycle, however: Each of them is actually undead, ceremonially slain and "reborn"! Their religion is otherwise unremarkable, being an odd offshoot of the mainland's religions. The priests vow to resist their undead cravings, seeing these as the "cycle of life" attempting to reclaim their spirits.

Ideas  ( Society/ Organization ) | May 30, 2007 | View | UpVote 2xp

       By: Cheka Man

If a ghost possesses someone that had a different personality to them in life, the possessed body will slowly rot.

Ideas  ( Lifeforms ) | May 16, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

Costume of the Southern Folk

       By: Wulfhere

According to the Journals of Lord Goidol, the people of the Southern Cities wear heavy coats all the year round, despite the stifling tropical heat. They claim that to do otherwise angers the gods, and it is true that visitors who refuse to don the local garb are often struck down with a paralytic fever.

Ideas  ( Society/ Organization ) | May 16, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

The Village Maiden

       By: Wulfhere

A girl living in an isolated hamlet is cursed: So beautiful and sweet-natured that no man can resist loving her, but she has never met the man she could love in return.

Ideas  ( NPCs ) | May 15, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

How Do You Say That In Elvish?

       By: Wulfhere

Imagine that all the humanoid and demi-human laguages are actually the same, but pronounced with outrageous accents and bizarre idiom. All the elves have a French accent, all the Dwarves have Swedish, Dragons have a Pakistani accent...

Ideas  ( Articles ) | May 15, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

The Necklace of Midas

       By: Wulfhere

is a lovely golden necklace that gradually transforms its wearer's skin into gold. Given enough time, this will prove fatal, but the wearer cannot remove the deadly jewelry without assistance. Some might be cruel and greedy enough to leave it on its victim...

Ideas  ( Items ) | May 15, 2007 | View | UpVote 3xp

       By: Agar

A known immortal traveling with the PCs kills an attacker, and is arrested and charged with murder, since immortals cannot kill in self defense, being immortal.

Ideas  ( Plots ) | May 15, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

Sword of long term deadlyness

       By: Cheka Man

Held in a lead sheath the blade of this sword is tipped with uranium and any wound from it, even a tiny one, will go cancerous, although the effects may not show up for months or even years.

Ideas  ( Items ) | May 7, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

On the Banks of the Vanne

       By: Wulfhere

Along the sluggish Vanne River, the banks are lined with thick stands of tall bulrushes. These areas of wetland are considered ill-omened by the locals, for they hide the skeletal remains of thousands of grazing animals, washed downriver in a terrible flood decades before.

Adding to the uncanny reputation of the place is the occasional undead cow or goat that lurks there. The product of a necromancer's experiments some years before, these relatively harmless undead wander the area at night, startling livestock as they attempt to graze with them.

Ideas  ( Locations ) | May 3, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

The Poet's Last Words

       By: Wulfhere

Jemas Lorne, the most celebrated poet of the age, was found dead, clutching a fragment of verse torn from his journal. The tantalizing fragment spoke of wealth:
Golden sands, empty and cold,
Treasure's crypt, forgotten gold.
Under stone, ancestor's doom,
Noble's prize, troubadour's tomb.
Rumours claim that the poet's father, an eccentric nobleman, had hidden much of his wealth before his death. Perhaps the missing journal has more clues?

Ideas  ( Plots ) | April 25, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

Mirror Societies

       By: Rog-Nod-Torr

Societies of beings who in some way reflect the dogmatic, superstitious, religious, idiotic, political, etc. views of large (or small) groups of people in real life.

Ideas  ( Society/ Organization ) | April 22, 2007 | View | UpVote 0xp

A Prophecy: The Blasphemer's Rise

       By: Wulfhere

The ancient prophet Oijas Bek uttered a cryptic prediction:
In the time of the Floating Ships,
In the Capitol of the Shattered Empire,
The False God will draw the people to his banner,
The Blasphemer shall don robes of righteousness.

No one is sure what he meant, but the various sects each have their theories, which they often fight over.

Ideas  ( Items ) | April 10, 2007 | View | UpVote 2xp

Necromantic Vessels

       By: valadaar

Thrown enchanted skulls make great necromantic 'grenades' releasing blasts of negative energy, incorporeal undead, swarms of flesh-eating worms, etc.

Ideas  ( Items ) | April 3, 2007 | View | UpVote 2xp

The undead masters

       By: dark_dragon

A land is reigned by a circle of powerful men who control every aspect of the citizen's life. This cabal changes members often. In reality, the spectres of a small necromantic covent possess and control the people in power. Since they simply possess the bodies, they can leave when old age overcomes their shells and possess a new up-and-coming noble.

Ideas  ( Society/ Organization ) | April 3, 2007 | View | UpVote 1xp

Golden Threads

       By: Strolen

A rich southern landowner once imported hundreds of thousands of spiders and distributed them along his long, tree-lined road. After a couple of days, when the spiders had make an incredible number of webs amongst the rows of trees, he spread fine gold and silver dust on them to create a spectacular shimmering view. (true story) It was for his daughter's wedding day.

Ideas  ( Society/ Organization ) | April 1, 2007 | View | UpVote 4xp

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