Hailing from the giant swamp planet of Acadia, the Leech Lords rule with a mighty will. And slimy green tentacles.

- "This is train CIV1181, kilometer 15 right after the station. There is a person close to the track on my left side. Could you send somebody to look at it."
- "Understood. Anything suspicious?"
- "He simply lies there. And I think he was there yesterday, too..."

'Did ya hear that? There's riches found every night, all over the town! No way you can miss that!'

When a stranger warns of demonic activity, should you take him at his word?

Martha's coming wasn't a lucky sign. A heavy birth and a deformed face left even the midwife distrustful. But the child turned out healthy.

The large blades slowly rotate, feeding on the wind, you have seen the image before. But could these be feeding on something more?

When armed men barricade the road and demand money, be careful how you respond.
They just might have a legal right to do so.

This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something...

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

'What, never heard of it? I thought a young hacker like you would already know. Well let me tell you…'

To be a detective is not the fun it seemed.

There is trouble in the mines, claims your employer. And you are just the people to solve it.

Some places are too dangerous to enter, even approaching them can mean adventure. What is forbidden is forbidden for a reason.

The fine scent of sea, and the less fine smell of the fish... isn't there something else smelling, too?

In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well...

Not quite Science Fiction...

The two foreigners claimed to represent their queen, but... Where did they say they were from?

Someone wants Prince Philoj dead. Or?

Intrigues and adventures within the glittering courts of the land's nobility: A collection of Tales of Adventure

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The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!

A tree, a length of rope, and a (maybe not so) innocent victim.
Wotcha gonna do?

Here, have a sup, just two piece of silver.

The heroes encounter prisoner-slaves and their masters

Wherever the PCs have gone recently, they have heard the talk. The Doomsday Machine of Toothless Amalgam has stopped spitting out birdseed. The End is nigh.

A Village by a forest, and a secret few knows. Will the PCs discover what dwells beneath the surface?

Travel broadens the mind... If you survive the journey. A collection of Tales of Adventure

How could a single building produce so much strife?

Every winter, a humble tinker man wanders through the villages, giving toys to the children...