'Did ya hear that? There's riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!'

"That book?" sighed the librarian. "That one is hard to find. The priests say it is heretical. But," he continued more quietly "word is they have a few copies, and study them very carefully. That even they consider it true."

A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret...

To the primitive tribes on the plains of North, life changes rapidly from season to season. In summer, food is abundant. In the winter, death from starving is never far. A natural phenomenon helped one such tribe.

Magic is a strange power, that can be harnessed (or not?), but never fully understood. Magic should be unique. Magic could be REALLY unique on this one world...

On the road you meet... a fiery fire dragon! The mighty Xeatoxx is not some random encounter without purpose. He, though he is the last to admit, has a serious problem.

Settled two hundred years before, the people were fleeing war and tyranny. Establishing a comfortable existence in the fertile, but empty valleys, they soon learned who the lands belong to. A mighty dragon called only Death, came and burned the city to the ground, and later again, and again, sending with fire also his (hers?) evil laughter and shouts of pleasure at the destruction. The survivors did not wish to leave, and decided for a new strategy.

On an outlying farm, the sick grandfather of a family was kidnapped. Can the kidnappers be stopped before they deliver him off-planet?

Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.

A collection of plot hooks for a game on the road, or more precisely, on the route.

Was the treasure horde too large? Or the employer too generous? Ohhh, there are so many ways of depriving heroes of their more or less deserved wealth.

This tree has a somewhat unclear bush-like appearance. But so far, nothing special. The actual reason why is it called after medusas, is his power to deter any hostile creatures, and to be sure, all creatures

A small valley that leads nowhere... why is it so important to the locals?

Traps need to make sense. Somebody must of made it for a specific purpose.

These are mystic traditions and their attendant sources.

The tragic fate of the legendary beauty has left traces behind until this day.

The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?

What kind of interesting Afterlife(s) do the people have in your game world(s), whether they believe in it or for real? Is there hell(s), or paradise(s), or something in-between? What happens when people die?

Some items simply go wrong, that happens from time to time. But some are created by weird minds, even downright deranged ones, minds too sick to be healed. Guess where this one comes from.

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.