Branamir the Sanguine Blade seeks to ascend the Holy Mountain Hashmal

The Food Riots is a generic plot for use in the Cosmic Era

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?

It starts on the horizon, creeping over the land. The storm clouds are huge. They fill the sky. They are moving this way; relentless like the tide, faster than they have a right to. They are dark, so dark to be nearly purple. The rain begins to fall near you. You hear it hit the ground. It hits like bullets. The wind gusts; getting in between a person and their warmth. There is thunder that deafens you. It rolls forth like a stampede. The lightning brings the suns brightness for a moment, before plunging you back into the dark.

"What do you do now?"

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The King is dead.
So who killed him?
And why?

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He sat there in shock, not believing what the Guard Captain said. It couldn't be true. His sweet daughter would not be capable of killing the man she was to marry. He watched, helpless, as they took her away.

And then came the trial. Even as he heard the evidence against her, he refused to believe she could commit such a vile act. As the verdict came in, his world fell apart. It echoed in his ears, 'Guilty, guilty, guilty'

A young queen, beautiful and cruel.
A war for limits.
An ancient fire, a civil war.
The conspiracy has begun.