Here's how it works, take a look at some art and suggest what it might be depicting in D&D terms, or what story/encounter (even campaign) ideas spring from the picture.
So here's a good one to whet your imagination:
http://nagu86.deviantart.com/art/GMoT-84435550
Take a look and post any ideas. Thanks : )
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YAY! A fun early morning game! I'm hip Joe! Lemme see ...
Expedition to the Nethermore mountains
Years ago, an exploration party returned with information about a bizzare crashed flying vessel in the remote unexplored Nethermore mountains. Since then, their journal and maps have lain in a dusty corner of an adventurer's guild. Now the grandson of the original expedition leader wishes to return to the site to see if there are still anything left to salvage, or so he says ....
I'm going more Cthulhu-esque.
All Illithids are descended from an ancient being named Ilthoon. Rumor has it that his gigantic corpse was buried and when the time was right, would be revealed. Illithids would be able to enter his corpse and discover all his secrets.
Now, after untold millennia, the shifting sands of the desert have revealed his dried husk. Enter if ye dare!
I think the little point of light at the bottom is a mage casting a spell at the hordes of ghouls about to explode from within The Rotting Rock, after he and his companions traveled to the labyrinthine depths beneath. They were searching for the Onyx Crown of the undead mage who raised the rock after laying necromantic waste to an entire kingdom and raising his victims as tortured, eternal servants. It looks like the mage is either the first one out, or the last one alive, in which case he's probably screwed.
Okay in ages past there were stories of flying citadels but whilst many were horror stories others seem to suggest something more behind these tales.
Searching for the truth of these stories the party has been hired to check up on a mountain monastery which has been out of contact for a few years and even the previous teams sent to contact them not returning which has been mostly explained by these previous teams going rogue rather than accomplish their simple mission..
Ascending up the mountain path you encounter the shattered remains of the monastery and evidence that some may have fled further up the mountain so they continue upwards eventually emerging through the clouds to stare at the sight before them...
A shattered citadel perhaps thousands of years old and long abandoned lies atop part of the mountain range hidden by the clouds that have covered all sight of this staggering sized ruin from those below but it also hides other secrest such as what happened to the monastery and the previous expeditions let alone what lies within the shattered citadel?
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The old stories were true. Ragnarok.
The truth of the fimbulvetr wasn't as literal as the ancient soothsayers foretold. While it is indeed true that a great war would be fought, the outcome wasn't just the end of the Old Earth, it was also the beginning of the New Earth.
Even today remnants of that great war, including the massive skull of the slain wyrm Jörmungandr, rest as silent tribute to the days when gods walked the world, and were slain. Other remnants also remain - foul beasts spawned from the poisoned blood of horrid beasts, pockets of power waiting to be harnessed and released, and artifacts of wonder to be found by the bold or the desperate.
In the southernmost bowels of The Shattered Range, said to be a hundred leagues or more east of Mzali, an enormous ruin shrouded in steaming mist thrusts a mile or more into the air from the crater amidst the mountains it rests in.
Adventurers brave the structure, risking death and worse at the hands of serpentfolk and lizardfolk tribes, savage dire animals and other beasts of legend, swarming hordes of pygmy cannibals and flying rodents said to be able to take a grown man's head off at the neck just to reach the edifice.
Inside? Inscribed in a tongue only decipherable by eldritch magic, an enormous strangely resilient engraved tag two stories tall and thirty yards wide that reads when translated as "hand wash only"...
Kobold Cleaver was surprised to see his tail. The blow was strong enough to lift his chin and snap the vertebrae as it did. A little pop, pop, pop was all he heard, but he felt even less. "A clean cleave," he thought with a slight smile at the irony.
"I wonder what people will imagine when they see my skinless skull up-side-down in the dirt?"
Was it the poodle? Maybe the werethingy? The pony? A smoof? "Ah well," he decided. "Knowing is not nearly as interesting as looking down at one's tail along one's own spine."
Kobold Cleaver was surprised to see his tail. The blow was strong enough to lift his chin and snap the vertebrae as it did. A little pop, pop, pop was all he heard, but he felt even less. "A clean cleave," he thought with a slight smile at the irony.
"I wonder what people will imagine when they see my skinless skull up-side-down in the dirt?"
Was it the poodle? Maybe the werethingy? The pony? A smoof? "Ah well," he decided. "Knowing is not nearly as interesting as looking down at one's tail along one's own spine."
I think we have a winner.
I think we have a winner.Kobold Cleaver was surprised to see his tail. The blow was strong enough to lift his chin and snap the vertebrae as it did. A little pop, pop, pop was all he heard, but he felt even less. "A clean cleave," he thought with a slight smile at the irony.
"I wonder what people will imagine when they see my skinless skull up-side-down in the dirt?"
Was it the poodle? Maybe the werethingy? The pony? A smoof? "Ah well," he decided. "Knowing is not nearly as interesting as looking down at one's tail along one's own spine."
I'm genuinely surprised that there has not been more posts for this thread thusfar. :/
I think we have a winner.Kobold Cleaver was surprised to see his tail. The blow was strong enough to lift his chin and snap the vertebrae as it did. A little pop, pop, pop was all he heard, but he felt even less. "A clean cleave," he thought with a slight smile at the irony.
"I wonder what people will imagine when they see my skinless skull up-side-down in the dirt?"
Was it the poodle? Maybe the werethingy? The pony? A smoof? "Ah well," he decided. "Knowing is not nearly as interesting as looking down at one's tail along one's own spine."
*grin* does that mean I should post the next pic?