Probably Fun RPG Ideas

once were doomed by their own natures and by an accident of the weather. Obad-hai said “this is how it ought to be. They remained true to themselves even though it meant their undoing.” But Jubilex, a god of life and change, disagreed. “Let me make a creature that combines their strengths,” he said (though none but the gods could understand his churning chemistry as speech). “Then, it can survive anything.”

And so the Surgolid Scorpion-Frog was born. It could swim, and sting, and burrow into the sands of the Hydra Delta. The beast had the frog’s confidence and the scorpion’s killer instinct. With all these traits, it was feared by all creatures, until a little snake asked it “How strong is your poison?” Laughing at the snake, the Surgolid replied “I can strike dead any mortal, or beast, or even a dragon! Your puny fangs are no match for my barbed tail.” But the snake persisted “I challenge you to a contest. You sting me, I bite you, and we shall see who perishes first. For you have eaten many of my hatchlings and my kin.”

The Scorpion-frog accepted, of course. It was in its nature to prove its might, even against an insignificant little serpent. So, climbing up to the monster’s back, the snake got a good vantage point, and said “Now!” The tail came down like a thunderbolt, and instead of biting, the snake wriggled aside and let its rival sting its own neck. “Oh! You bite hard!” the Surgolid said in amazement, and tried again. Three times it stung itself, before the venom brought it down. “It was in your nature,” the snake said.

What started out as a heist turns out to be an insurance scheme, which is a cover for an assassination, which is a side benefit of an exorcism! When one of these finally turns out right, just claim that was the plan all along.

Could be actually super fun and intense. You don’t have to recreate the whole story beat for beat, just establish some MacGuffins for finding the treasure (you need the map, the key, and the compass to claim it) and give everyone reasons to distrust each other. I would make sure that there are both pirates and law-abiding folk among the Player Characters, and pressure them to compete for control of the ship (the only way home) and the crew (a dangerous faction with their own desires for gold).

Around the cavern are the remains of a dozen or more adventurers and a few pieces of chitinous limbs, clearly the result of many battles. One of the fallen may be a cleric of Ylimancha, able to turn this place into a powerful holy shrine. Can you choose correctly? Can you repair the critical damage to make sure the resurrection spell works? Will you survive the ankhegs that seem to treat the cavern as their hunting ground?

The Fris-bee is a fuzzy yellow insect, roughly spherical and about a foot in diameter. It comes from the extraplanar realm of Ysgard, where small flocks of them compete in cross-country flying races and obstacle courses. Mages with an alignment of Chaotic Good or Chaotic Neutral can acquire a Fris-bee familiar! They like to work with people who share their love of speed and athleticism.

As an action, a Fris-bee can convert itself into a flying disc and move double its speed in a straight line without provoking attacks of opportunity. If there is wind, however, the creature's actual ending point is 5 ft away from its desired ending point for each 5 mph of wind speed. Fris-bees can use Entropic Shield and Remove Fear as spell-like abilities, each thrice per day with a caster level of 6.

You know when your player is going down that road, psyching themself up to commit diablerie.

Prepare for the session by making a big batch of tomato soup (you can include some grilled cheese sandwiches for non-game purposes, but we need a big soup bowl as a prop).

Boots of Protection From Parasites

While wearing these thigh-high boots, you are immune to diseases carried by ticks, mosquitoes, tapeworms etc, and have a +5 bonus on saves and Armor Class against attacks or effects that would cause a creature to attach to or infest you.

They’re doomed because an accident of fate left them with a terrible choice - just by existing, they’re a threat to peace and stability. Do they accept the status quo and languish in exile or prison? Or do they become the figurehead of a conspiracy, and prove the warnings right? Obviously, the second option makes more of an exciting plot, but there’s room for sympathy when this leader of renegades and desperados comes face to face with the PCs.