Krelldrens Journal entry of a battle hard fought

a brief journal entry by krelldren Blessed grip.

Two nobles have been ordered to fight to the death to settle a rape accusation. Find some evidence or one of them dies. Yes, I ripped this off from the movie The Last Duel. I have no shame.

Riffing on things like the Hunger Games and other YA dystopian games to the death for fun and profit.

Also known as the Great Pewtergate Escape, or the Flight of the Drake

Branamir the Sanguine Blade seeks to ascend the Holy Mountain Hashmal

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

The end of Project Infinity and the realization of Maia

In the future, as Humanity expands into the stars, certain eras of history will repeat themselves, but tailored to the contexts of space travel. These are the following eras of history that will see new life in the stars:

A festival of settling scores and airing of grievances

'Llaewyn the Fair she was in her youth, in all truth a lover of mine. Though that boast is not mine alone, she was the beloved of many. And joyous, most joyous in form and deed. Till the time of her father's death. She alone sat by the auld king's bed and soothed his fevered brow though ever cruel in life was he. Cruel to all but Llaewyn to whom he gave every comfort and protection his world had to offer. The Fair One walked into the chamber of his last breath and the Black Queen walked out.' -Spectre of the Courtier

Five heirs. Five years. One crown.

While enjoying a meal in the local tavern, the party strikes up a conversation with another customer, who is witty and urbane.

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?

Something to keep your party on their toes.

'Remember, lad, nothing on this world remains constant, not even the world itself or anything beyond. The only constants ever are the Fabric and time'

What once existed is now shards of reality, floating in the sea of conflict...

When the Caliph-Emperor of the Dunes hear about his son's heart attack at the northern front, his rage is unstoppable. For his son was only nineteen years old, and a trained athlete. Grief stricken as only a parent bereft of their child can be, the Emperor finally rouses the Empire into action.

So, when reinforcements finally arrive to the beleaguered veterans at the front, they are accompanied by the the Imperial Necromancers in their gold laced red silken robes, as well as the three old triplet hags of Devananon, seers and prophets who use narcotics to enhance their trance visions.

As the Prince's corpse is carted to the Spires of Devananon, where the necromancers and the triplets will work their magic, the PCs will have to conjure a plan of their own. For they are to blame for the Prince's death.

This plot is set five months after the happenings of 'A Dark Moon over Sagranz', but could be adapted by any GM to fit his setting and need.

As long as a hundred spears and longer, the weapon must be hoisted!