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THE DOOMWHEEL
"By the gods what is that thing?" Blackdragon and his companions watched from murderer's hill as a mile high wheel of ironwood rolled across the distant Cinderland community of Urglin crushing it.
Lillith fell to her knees in shock.
"My family..." She reached out toward the destroyer with a hand.
Blackdragon gripped her hand.
"No time. We need to get to Hester's Well before Sun-up."
The Stationary engine belched steam in agreement.
DM Briefing: The Doom-wheel is a terrible steam engine and mobile fortress of ironwood powered by some four hundred and twelve Kobold Druids (each level 13+) bent on exterminating all those who have caused damage to the environment.
THE SWARM MASTERS
Cintra Bristol woke to the screams and found herself tied down.
"What?" Her body was bound up in some web cocoon...
A scream came from right next to her and she struggled to turn her head to look.
A large Brain-worm was working on the twitching corpse of her faithful companion animal "The Jade".
Beyond "The Jade" were a hundred Villagers from Sandpoint; most dead and some about to be - the screams mixed with an unfamiliar screeching. They were trapped in the terrible web-hive that had descended on their community during the night.
A shadow loomed over her. It was a faceless creature. It held a Brain-worm which it placed on her head.
Cintra Bristol Screamed with terror.
DM Briefing: During the night, a flying Web-hive belonging to the Swarm Masters (Doppelgangers) descends on the sleepy village the PCs are spending the night in. The Doppelgangers supported by their assorted Parasite and insect Aberrations capture and devour the locals.
THE HARVESTER
Kobold Cleaver waded through the March with the thought of Orc Pie on his mind.
A Cone of Light illuminated him from above.
“Oy? Hoozat?” He struggled to locate the source.
“I wonder if they’ll have Orc Pie?” Kobold Cleaver found himself lifted out of the mire and into the sky.
DM Briefing: Lone travellers are being abducted by a 20th level wizard collecting parts for his army of flesh golems. The wizard is in a flying wooden sphere fifty feet diameter.
THE CRATER'S HEART
Kruleaide watched as the red star fell from the sky and went down near Thistletop.
“Looks like someone got their wish…”
DM Briefing: A Red Heartstone falls from the sky near Thistletop. Any who visit the crater are attacked by their twin (a duplicate of opposite alignment) in a battle to the death. If they perish, the new becomes the old and the deceased vanishes. The Heartstone is buried some twenty feet below the surface and if dug up will have a radius of effect equal to 1 mile.
THE GAUNTLET
Elric struggled across the hot sands.
“Water! I need water!” He found a gauntlet. It had obviously been there for a while.
“Yeesh!” Elric shook the bones out and began to dig into the sand with the open end.
It was certainly worth the try.
DM Briefing: The PCs discover a silvery Plate gauntlet in the middle of nowhere. The Gauntlet is apparently non-magical yet when worn will graft itself to the wearer. In time the armour will spread across the wearer’s entire body becoming silvery full-plate armour. The armour is alive – a living parasite. Only a wish can separate the armour from its host.
THE WARPHUNTER
The village festival was well into the evening when the storm hit. An electrical strike widened and from it emerged a terrible fiend restraining a hound.
“Wow! They went all out this year!” The blue Eyed Paladin at the end of the table stared at yellowdingo and shook his head.
DM Briefing: Emerging from a Gate in an electrical storm, a Half-Fiend/Elf named Tharg-ul-takt and his tracking hound (a bound and tormented Blinkdog), are hunting for Artefacts and major wondrous items so he can extract the life force embedded in them by their crafters.
THE SHIP
“What’s that?” Franco reigned in his horse on the desert sands.
“What’s What?” Dalwin pulled up next to him.
“That. There. The thing about a mile long looks like an upturned ship hull.”
“Oh That! I’d say it’s the up turned hull of a mile long ship in the middle of the desert.” Delwin nodded.
“Just so we are clear.” Franco nodded.
DM Briefing: The PCs discover the upturned hull of a mile long hundred feet wide ship with ten levels in the middle of the desert.
THE MISTS
Franco watched from the Tavern roof as the wall of mist fell down Mount Suaro and spilled onto the distant edge of the lake - rolling across its surface like an avalanche a mile high he could only stare at in awe of its power. He had never seen anything like that before.
Franco looked down at the crowded feast-hall below him and tried to get some-ones attention.
“You really got to see this.”
The Fisherman Subedo looked up at the lad now standing on the roof above him. He could only wonder what the boy was pointing at as he turned his head to look down toward the fishing boats.
A wall of white smoke was rapidly devouring the lake.
“Madre!”
DM BRIEFING: A terrible mist descends across the lands. It provides an otherworldly connection allowing planar creatures to exist anywhere the mists have spread. The Mists have spilled from a broken Dimensional gate seal in a temple in the mountains. Apparently Adventurers have breached the wrong Seal to the wrong hell and this part of the world is going to pay for it.
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THE REEF
“What the Turnip do you mean you didn’t notice the reef?” Captain Kruleaide gripped his first mate by the tunic and looked in his haunted eyes.
“They had my children…They were out there on the water with my children.”
“What is wrong with you man?” First Mate Durn was crying.
“Out there. They killed my children…” Durn pulled free and went over the side cutting his own throat.
“Durn!” The first mate was gone and the ship was grounded on a reef.
Captain Kruelaide knew that what ever it was that had lured Durn to his doom would not be kindly to the rest of the crew.
DM BRIEFING: An undead Brain coral influences the crew of a ship to run onto its reef. It has some mental ability and is able to manipulate minds by tormenting victims with ghosts.
THE ARCHIVE OF BONE
“Archivist Seph-ir-oth, we must now seek the fishing village of Sandpoint. The people there may know of what we seek.” Archivist Seph-ir-oth nodded in agreement at Scholar Sil-Ith-Nurr.
“Yes. We will bring up the hounds and seek out their graveyards tonight.”
DM BRIEFING: A ship of bone almost a thousand feet long and a hundred feet wide crewed by Lamia runs aground on a coastline. The ship is a storehouse of the dead which the Lamia Clerics have been using to learn information from. They have an extensive library of three thousand corpses and are looking for more. They lead a raid on the graveyard of the local community harvesting all the dead. Hounds are half fiendish elves.
THE IRON MAN
Nick Logue looked up from his turnips. There was a distant rumble of thunder.
Coming out of the clouds was a terrible fireball.
“Sue! Save the cooking pots!” Farmer Logue Screamed as he ran.
“What?” Sue leaned out of the straw hut farmhouse to find what Nick was yelling.
The fireball devoured the farmhouse on impact throwing Sue toward the Turnip Field.
Nick ran to her.
As the dust settled the huge object unfolded becoming a gargantuan Iron man.
“Well I’ll be a…” Turnip farmer Logue and his lady Sue were crushed beneath an iron foot.
“THE WEAK SHALL PERISH.” The voice boomed.
The iron man walked toward one of the other farmsteads.
DM BRIEFING: A gargantuan Iron Man falls from the sky. It begins crushing the local populace and destroying their farms.
WHALEHUNTER
“Faster! Ya! Ya!” Now standing in the Wagon, Jacob pushed the horses to all haste.
It soared overhead in all its majestic horror, banked, turned, and came down the road toward him with its great mouth open as though it were feeding on a great shoal of fish.
James Jacob could only watch as the ghostly whale swallowed his horses whole.
DM BRIEFING: The adventurers encounter a Gargantuan Ghost Whale that flies through the sky devouring everything. It is an unusual encounter in that it happens overland.