'Many hungry people in these parts and the roads are dangerous. So you have a choice, you can give us most of your provisions to feed the starving, or all your silver to pass safely. The choice is yours, wanderer.'

For those who enjoy comfort and discretion, and don't mind paying a few extra coins

during their stay in Ak-Var.

This great square lies a few feet below the level of the surrounding streets. A place of where emotions run high; a place of both awe, and despair.

They were made as a promise of everlasting peace and unity. One has been opened to prevent a war. A second sits on display in a Dwarven hold. The last has vanished, and to this day, has never been found.

An interesting little idea I came up with. Also my first attempt at a 100 Word Challenge.

Sneaky bastards, the lot of them

What does it mean to be Innocent? The flowers seem to know...

It's not who we are, it's what we do

Lavish glade and lush green field,

Wizen'd oaks; to the blight all yield.

Weeping trees of crimson blood,

the Fields of Flesh turn life to mud.

Will you tread and smile and sleep

where devils dance and angels weep?

A bloated corpse shows up downriver from a Taoist monastery. Brought to you by the words bloat, corpse, redhead, Tao, monastery, murder, underwater treasure, chains, Wuxia, and romance.

Will players provide their help to a man and his ward when it becomes obvious that they are the targets of a group of hired thugs?

Giant firebreathing spiders attack the city!

Or, 30 Ways for Mad Science to go Delightfully Awry

The King has an issue about the ale that is extremely popular in his nation...

The story of a castle where time and the sound of piano intertwines

The PCs are sent to rescue the Lady Helen from the pyramid she has been trapped in...but it will not be easy.

A mighty Kraken, the beloved of Big Red, has been infected by a horrible polar parasite, and the PCs have to find a way to cure her before it is too late...

On a planet with no name, a group of lawmen must protect a colony nobody has heard of from the universe's most effective killers. All the while preserving the safety of both the guilty and the innocent in an effort to make society more about dignity and freedom than profit and force.

In a bar not too far off the road, a man walks in. his boots clattering on the wooden floor. The bar is noticeably empty with only a few guys still around either drinking or chatting. Not too surprising since it is already the evening and they probably went home. The smell of smoke and liquor still hangs in the air like a fly caught in a web. The man in the trench coat pulls himself on a stool near the counter. His face covered by a bandanna and the brim of his hat obscuring the view of his eyes. The bartender, who had been cleaning a beer glass, looks up.

'So what'll it be, stranger?'

The man responds in a gruff and tired voice. 'Dark and Stormy.'

Trapped in a dream, chained by a net of magic, Deneus Betherim, arch mage of Cormalth bleeds magical essence from his fingers, fueling a rift in the fabric of existence; an essence conduit to the realm of elemental earth.

Earth, sand, mud, rocks and clay travel through the rift, and a mountain is being born beneath the feet of the ensorcelled conjuror.

Deneus is the blood of the mountain, fueling the portal, but who is the mastermind behind it all?