On Rose Street, nearby the abandoned orphanage, Filiwithan the reclusive sage lives with his children. 

You open the doors to a crypt that has been shut for over a century. The stench of decay is long gone but the air is heavy, musty and weighted with an uneasiness you have never before felt... It is almost as if the mausoleum itself is aware of your intrusion... Or, perhaps, something still yet stirs within...

PCs often end up with curses, sometimes serious ones. Or perhaps a great noble offers a reward to the PCs if they will cure his or her illness or curse before it proves fatal. Here are thirty cures that might be needed.

‘You are freed from all cares brothers and sisters! All worries! All need to toil and labour for the baron's taxes, in the guild's fields and for the peddler's wares! All the drink you could ever need!'

Final words of an extremely drunk hedge conjurer by name of Oates Greenlock.

An obviously wealthy and beautiful woman contracts the PC's to solve a missing persons case. The missing person is her younger sibling, a teenage boy.

Lazarus Lightward waits in the town of Lockmour - he desires the Whitebone tomes to study demons and learn their weaknesses. Will the party help him out?

When the barbarian increase their raiding of Tauria, the King of Tauria decides that hiring a couple of lowlife mercenaries (the PCs) is his best option to fix the problem.

'I knew Lwausf would be angry when we banished him, but I didn't see the whole undead-bearman-projectile thing coming. Looking back it was kind of inevitable. '

Prince Gorim, Lord of the Mounatian Hall at Silverspike

side-quest-ish and open-ended to be sure.

"Bavmor could not possibly have known that the flask was incomplete due to the magical method of its creation. Had Bavmor taken an alchemical approach, he would have known that 10 more ingredients have yet to be found."

- Fitchinger the Great

100 word Plot

Ah, Spring! When a dragon’s fancy turns towards thoughts of (ahem) love. Unfortunately, this particular dragon has been very unlucky in matters of the heart and has yet to mate successfully. The females just don’t understand him, you see. This year, however, he’s trying a different approach by hiring a group of adventurers to take his message of love and/or lust to several scaled beauties that he’s had his eye on for some time. Can they convince one of the ladies to mate with him?

Zig, zig, zig, Death in a cadence,
Striking with his heel a tomb,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zig, on his violin.

"I never want to hear another fiddle for as long as I live!" -Corwin Silvernail

'A demonic plant? Don't be daft, go research something useful to society.'

'But-but the p-plant! It's evil! It must be destroyed!'

'Now the flowers bloom all year round thanks to the most holy Spirit of Urban flora. It just takes a little blood.'

How hard is it to despatch a troublesome swan? A lot harder then you might think.

Food, fun, and a mummy!

A well-meaning mage has banished darkness from the area, not realizing the downsides of this event.

This random-roll chart is designed for those times when a player unexpectedly misses a game session. What is their character doing while everyone else is out on an adventure?

I'm inviting anyone who has a short plot , set in some sort of wilderness, to post it here.

Buttons, how could you?