First, you get the gold. Then you get the power. I could care about the women, I’ve had the men in the palm of my hand since I was 17.
Memoirs of Wealth, excerpt
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany… ," Obiwan (Ben) Kenobi said. Well, I think you can. Everyone has those "dark places" in their world. Post them up and let’s compare.
Never a more petty and larcenous trio will there be found.
Few would guess that this kindly old man with the uncombed hair was the willing accomplice in many of the assassinations in the last two decades.
By Decree of her Royal Majesty, the possession, ownership, or consumption of any alcoholic substance has been henceforth been declared unlawful, and said violators of the Queen’s will shall be subject to punishment.
When a mysterious man hires them to slay Baza, the Yellow Priest, will the heroes find more than they bargained for?
The heroes are ninjas of the Kakemetsu Clan, hired to assassinate the Lord Kuganara Daijo. But when they infiltrate the Kuganara Castle, they find that there is more to this than there seems to be.
The job of a lifetime. The King’s very own Security Advisor has redesigned the security of the armoury and has chosen the PC’s to give it a test run. If they break in and out, they will win much respect. If they fail, then they simply prove the armoury security is unbreakable. Can’t lose, until after the ‘test’ break-in the armoury really is broken into and the most valuable weapons of the kingdom are now missing…and the PC’s are the prime suspects.
The well-known glassmaker and -blower Rinaldo substituted certain components in old recipes with others, cutting the price to a half, without loss of quality. Great business for him, but who will be hurt?
Trade in the City of Erezzi has long been dominated by two rival consortiums: La Mace d’Ars (the Crimson Mace) and L’Orzi Verci (the Ebony Ring). But the two are forever at each others throats. In 1282 membership of such an organisation was made illegal and both went underground. Now with a quasi-mafioso presence they pervade the city’s businesses, providing security for their members, but causing sectarian tensions between communities.
Set of Lockpicks. The picks themselves are of tiny size that only a halfling or smaller can use. There are only a quarter of the usual amount of picks in this kit. Each pick is made out of a dull silver metal.
The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they "rub it", and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
"Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!"
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?