RPG-Ideas

The ”Sciurus Volans Bird“ is a medium rocket ship. It has a scrith hull, and is equipped with self-aware cannons and tractor beam space mines.

A wild blue yonder coloured light shines around your staff as you visualize the word “lordship” in your mind. Using a hand of a saint you cast lesser geas.

A buckle made of bronze with modernistic designs and several missing gemstones that will grant the power of gliding.

The mongrelfolk scout shows you a crude pile of rocks unmarked, there is a message in a bottle with a cork to keep the weather out. The piece of paper is written casually “He drank until he was nameless, and thus he remains.”

The ship is an old river boat that has been modified to be seaworthy with a fierce dwarf head figurehead and armed with complex war-machines, it is said that she famously survived the battle where the biggest ship in the empire sunk. Oddly there are stories of a beautiful woman that appears at night and throws the sailors overboard. The crew is made of tiefling, drow, and other mistrusted people, who are bloodthirsty and rebellious.

You find an ancient screamin' green dragon that is a biologist specializing in marine invertebrates, who can spit lava with deadly accuracy and is a helpless romantic, and will never learn princesses are vain and stupid.

At the fighters bookshelf you find a tome cased in wheat colored parchment and written in blanche dalmond human letters that say ”The Fighters Ego: Finding Weak Monsters To Bash.“.

What seems to be a monk of the way of the wu jen who specializes in Ketan style and has so many pompoms hanging from their outfit they look like a carnival. She seeks a master of the “sailing goat wave”. And is searching for a sunken city to take over the city.

An orc reanimator alchemist who after completing their research, decided to go into the world seeking the ingredients and was once rescued by wolves.

The cook at the tavern has been crying inconsolably for days now, as her tears fall in the food it is making the rest of the town mysteriously sad as well. This is somehow related to the same day the bakers wife went missing a flower with a human face grew by the fountain. Then the millers daughter disappeared, the same day the smiling tree was found.

Doomoom V is a snow colored A class planet, a small recent planet with a hollow center. The surface of this planet is so soft that walking on it causes small tremors, it feels a lot like walking on Jell-O.

New summoners are suddenly devoid of power, and the ones that remain report that summoned creatures and animals are not returning to their original plane after the spell effects end. Closer by, you hear that a large and ragged figure wandered into town one night, the same night that all the children in town started having nightmares about him.

You find a great wyrm shamrock dragon that has a regular sleepwalking issue, who can charm reptiles and wrote an epic novel where the dragon gets kidnapped by an evil knight and is saved by a brave princess.

A necromancer and his wife that planned to become liches together, but she disappeared when he was still undergoing his transformation, and now he needs help to finding her. In unrelated events the miners at the gold mine were the first to encounter the gold-plague. Now anyone who deals in gold from that mine sickens and dies.

An opaque small round lapis lazuli of protection from good, with a spotted and matte finish.

Starving is eminent if the trade route cannot be recovered from the goblin king. He has seized the mountain pass and no grain is getting through. But on more pressing issues the last winter solstice night refused to end. Crops have failed, famine has started and creatures made of darkness have appeared everywhere.

At the monks home you find a scroll cased in burnt sienna colored cardboard and written in sienna orcish letters that say ”The Art Of War & Other Bedtime Stories“.