"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
Sometimes you just can't keep a good man down
An explorer gone missing. A king in panic. A treasure to find.
Welcome to the Craggy Peaks. We hope you don't freeze to death.
That would mean we couldn't... play.
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.
side-quest-ish and open-ended to be sure.
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?
A recently re-discovered odd treatise
"There is a time to fight, and a time to run and hide,and the clever thing is deciding when it is the right time to do either." Unamed veteran of many hard-fought battles.
An event that changed the Dragon Empire forever
Something to keep your party on their toes.
A selection of chance encounters that can take place in any large town or city.
Inspired by Cheka's 30 things to run away from.
“So…. Um….. your all sitting around in the inn and…..”
Giant firebreathing spiders attack the city!
"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"
One dead, one escaped, four captured. After a late-night car chase and shootout, Team A of the CRTF are probably prepared for the interrogation. That's not to say they'll be prepared for what they might learn...
As you are traveling through the forest you stumble accross a poor peasent, who begs you to help his village.
"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
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.