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The Ten-Second Story

Giving NPCs memories can go a long way to making a more realistic and enjoyable game world.

This is not a submission about creating NPCs, this is about presenting them. Not everyone walks around with a different accent, strange tic, or catchphrase, our memories are what make us different.

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Snapdragon

'Impatient as well as stupid, some virtuous whip you are.' Snap tilts her head to the side with a smile as her drumming fingers increase in tempo. 'I assure you that my patience is vast.' The man stops in his tracks stare Snap down, her expression remains unchanged. 'Vast, not infinite. I am but a human so I am sure something could cause me to break my vows.' Hastily he resumes filling the order. As Snap walks out the door with the goods the shopkeep grabs your arm. 'That is a monster chained by monks robes, I have stared down raging barbarians and never seen such hate in their eyes.'

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Rats in the Basement

Poison's variation on Tucker's Kobolds.

A lighthearted Pathfinder adventure intended for a group of four retired adventurers level 17-20 who have come into possession of The Verbing Noun.

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“ The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?”
Michael Jotne Slayer
“ The babies of a small village has been disappearing lately, rumour has it that a demon living in the forest has taken them. The monster has the appearance of a shriveled old woman. A hag, disheveled, with maniacal appearance, wild-looking hair, and an oversized gaping mouth. Long pendelous breasts. The villagers say she eats the newborns and has sharp claws that are created for mangling. No one dears to challenge her, enter the PCs.”
Michael Jotne Slayer
“ The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the 'Paper Knife' finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured. After a furious struggle, the 'Paper Knife' plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness. The truth is lost to time. But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a'flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.”
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