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    848 KB Adventure Prompt Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)22:27 No.6824615  
    Here's how its played:

    1) You respond to the previous entry with two or three sentences summarizing the adventure.
    2) You post a title of an adventure, and see what someone else comes up with.

    "Night of Hate"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)22:50 No.6824830
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    An idyllic valley is overcome with a bloodlust by the making of an ancient artifact The hatred is so palpable it coalesces into objects erupting into splinters without provocation. By the end of the night the artifact will devour itself, but until then only a single woman remains unaffected.

    Next title is:
    "The Aether Run"
    >> Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/22/09(Sun)22:54 No.6824881
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    A group of mercenary men are needed to accompany a powerful device across space. They discover partyway into the journey that they will be shifted to "Aether space" for the journey, and that the reason they have been hired is to fend off the spirits of the dead who have boarded the vessel tresspassing in their ectoplasmic world.

    next title" Visions of Grandeur"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)22:54 No.6824888

    A deep-space wreck-diving crew are on the run for their lives when the cargo they salvage from a crashed freighter turns out to hold Soviet military secrets. How will they return to United Nations airspace when the whole subsector has a license to kill?
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)22:55 No.6824905
    here again, forgot my adventure prompt.

    Next title: Awakening the Forgotten
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)22:57 No.6824931

    A wizard slowly going senile with age hires a group of private detectives to enter his mind and secure a laundry-list of memories. Along the way they journey through parts of his life and do battle with his 'inner demons'.
    >> Amomynous 11/22/09(Sun)22:59 No.6824961

    There are gods out there who have fallen out of worship, out of favour, forgotten by all but the most obtuse scholars of arcane lore. Determined to once more rise to power, a pantheon of these Forgotten gods have arisen once more in the South, amassing an army of the dead, of dark creatures and anything else they could get to hold a sword. The PC's must deal with the threat before these Forgotten storm the gates of Heaven itself, for they plan to usurp the seated pantheon.

    "Blue Leaves".
    >> Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/22/09(Sun)23:00 No.6824985
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    fuck year!

    The PC's find they have otherworldly abilities to know each others thoughts and memories, discovering their common lineage. They trace it back far enough to discover the tear in reality that freed their common sire; an old one walks the earth in human guise and must be stoppe dby his children to save life and reality as we know it.

    next, "HaRd-wiRed"
    >> Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/22/09(Sun)23:04 No.6825027
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    Victims of a plague-like sickness suffer horrible fever, welts, and weakness, only to recover in days with one thing changed; They no longer feel sorrow, sadness or melancholy.

    A cultlike following has arisen, forcibly spreading the plague and preaching it's beniefets to the population, infecting the weak and strong alike, killing many they afterwards proclaim 'unworthy of the gift'.

    Enter the PC's

    Next "Hate at the speed of sound"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:10 No.6825083

    A band of Bards has harnessed the use of lightning and electrical power thanks to a highly-powerful Wizard. They play what would be akin to death metal today, and use ultrasonic waves to either kill/damage people, or bend them to their will. Cue the PCs, another group of Bards who must stop the villains before their music takes over the world.

    Next: "Voices of Shattered Dreams"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:10 No.6825084

    Something has escaped from Area 51. It is large, it is in control of a Mach-1 capable craft and it is very, very mad at having been kept in captivity for so long. Were it not for the fact it needs to stop and recharge every hour to restore itself, it would have already cut a swathe of destruction across America.

    Dare you hunt the hunter?

    next title
    "Gentlemen: we must kill God"
    >> frogman !!EYAsCmTDWlw 11/22/09(Sun)23:10 No.6825090

    Teenage hackers accidentally release a prototype military AI on to the net. Several experts are different fields are brought in to hunt it down using experimental full immersion virtual suits allowing physical access to the net.

    - Snowed Under.
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:12 No.6825112

    Mankind has long discovered the next phase in evolution: abandoning the body in favor of an electronic mind-machine interface. But some who decry this as an act against God seek to return humanity to the flesh by threatening to unleash a computer virus lethal to cyberbrain humans.

    Next adventure: Bartholomew's Tower
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:14 No.6825133

    The most powerful super hero in the city has been spotted in dive bars and drug dens all over the city always in a stupor caused by whatever narcotic he's partaking in at the moment. His arch nemesis has been looking to quietly 86 the old champion for a while now, and this is the perfect opportunity. The PC's must protect the old hero while he tries to drown his problems in an ocean of drugs. His problems are strong swimmers.
    >> Balthazarr !!nwQQDePp11/ 11/22/09(Sun)23:15 No.6825142
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    Modern day; A man floats above the vatican dressed in simple robes with a crown of thorns and bleeding wounds on his hands. Moments later he vanishes from sight, and a blinding light outshines the sun. The explosion ruins most of the Italian peninsula, nearly cracks Earth's mantle and devestates Europe.

    The man is next seen walking atop the surf of the Atlantic ocean, headed westward.

    Enter the PC's.

    "Savage beauty"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:15 No.6825143

    There is a race of humanoid creatures living on a planet covered completely in snow. They have grown accustomed to this world, and have built large cities and metropolis's deep below the harsh surface in the ice. However, recently the ice and snow have been melting, causing many cities to be completely caved in. The PCs are a group of scientists elected to build a machine/drill capable of burrowing back onto the surface, and discovering the cause of the melting.

    "The Iron Goddess"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:15 No.6825144

    It has been the bitterest winter for a hundred years. The camp is running out of food, and you can expect no help till at least next month.

    And the Wendigos are hunting again.

    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:15 No.6825154

    Whoops forgot my name...

    'The Hero Has To Die'
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:16 No.6825169
    it's been two months since the meteor hit the earth. It hit the icecaps. Millions died in the floods, maybe billions. It's hard to tell where the flood deaths end and the spore deaths begin.

    Something came out of that meteorite. Something far smarter than a plant has any right to be. No one can tell you why but they took to humans with a hunger. The 90% of the population that didn't take to the plants as well as they did to them died almost instantly. Before getting back up that is...

    Now, I don't like throwing around the word "zombie" so I'm not gonna. The body doesn't do anything more than hide them. The roots, the vines, they're always below the surface, dragging the body along with them like a hermit crab drags its shell.

    But they're not a problem if you stick clear of them. What you have to worry about is the blue ones. And not because of what changed, but because of what didn't. The 10% of the human race that didn't die or get turned into a shambling pot for some alien plant is split down the middle. 5% took to the plants like they were going out of style. The plants didn't eat them up like the others, they flourished and bore leaves. The most unearthly blue leaves growing right out of human skin. And the changes they brought about... Ever seen a man lift a bus with his mind? How about draining all the liquid out of someone with his fingertips? Not a pretty sight.

    But these superhumans are missing one key thing. Longevity. They last about 4 or 5 years before the plant acts up. It gets into their brain, makes them crazy
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:17 No.6825176

    But that's where we come in. The 5% who didn't take to the plant at all weren't just incompatible with it. We can barely touch it without it withering and dying. But they figured that out pretty quickly. The blue ones, I mean. One of us can stave off the roots for a good long while. Now, this could be solved with an injection of our blood now and then, at least if the few remaining doctors are right. But that means finding a needle and a willing participant. And any way that you get a bit of us in your system will do the same thing. And that, my friend, is why you've been eying a hunk of wood rather than a shinbone since the start of this conversation. But don't worry. It ceased being a sore subject after I put a slug between her eyes... And there in lies the moral of this story. Whether or not you can throw fire from your hands. You best make good and sure someone is dead before trying to eat their leg like an order of baby back ribs...

    "Now it snows in Hell"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:18 No.6825198

    The county's crazed wizard Barthalameu died a dozen years ago, when his maid found him his body slumped over a failed experiment inside his blighted tower. Recently, strange noises are coming from his abandoned tower... Players are hired to search out the tower, and kill whatever nefarious creatures have taken up in his old home. But upon investigation, they find that Barthalameu didn't die, he became the tower. Now that he has moved his soul into stone and awoken the bricks and earth.. what are his plans?

    Next title: 'Love, Poverty and War in Republique"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:18 No.6825205

    Moldering away in Hell, the most notorious criminals of all time are summoned by Lucifer himself to embark on a mission. His Unholiness prefaces the assignment simply: "Gentlemen, we must kill God." With a cast of characters including Jack the Ripper, Gilles de Rais, the Marquis de Sade, and Al Capone.

    Next adventure: I Pluck the Moon from the Sky
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:21 No.6825249
    Fighting steam airships cross the globe, and the only way to save the kingdom is to bring down the evil empire's ultimate weapon.

    "Blood calls to Blood"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:24 No.6825282

    The fashion store Republique is going under and nobody seems to care. The maneger is an evil bitch, she is surrounded by fawning cronies who would gladly stick her in the back if they had the chance, and the only half-way decent person you've met so far is the guy who runs the coffee bar next door. You know you can turn this place around, despite being penniless temp workers, but you will have to claw your way up the corporate ladder to do it. Can you do it and yet keep your soul? And can you trust your fellow temps enough that they won't betray you?

    "Trust me. You have to trust me."
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:28 No.6825337

    The greatest hero in the kingdom is coming. He says he will slay the great Dragon. It is his destiny.

    The thing is, the Great Dragon is what keeps this world alive. If it dies... well, you have to stop him before that happens.

    "Beware the curry elemental"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:29 No.6825351

    The city's longtime warden, "The Gallant" has gone berserk. For the past decade he's been a burnout, approaching his fortieth year as the local super hero- he know longer seems to care about the well being or interest of local citizens. But now he's lost it! He's using his super strength to smash buildings, heat vision to melt waterworks and he is completely ignoring the death and mayhem he is causing.

    Your small group of other super heroes stop him, and he gazes with electric light eyes, and implores you with the most humanity you've ever seen in his face... "Trust me, you have to trust me... this is the only way to save it all!"

    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:30 No.6825358

    Next title:
    "You can never go home"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:37 No.6825449

    A creature of terrible power is rapidly approaching your home city. You have the power to stop it in one of two ways: You may forever banish it from that place, and in doing so save your home, but doom another's in the process. Alternatively, you may consume the creature's ferocious power, but must leave your home forever, as you will one day go mad and erupt like a dying star. Can a third way be found before the ultimate sacrifice must be made?

    Next adventure: The Seas have Turned to Sand
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:39 No.6825473
    The PCs, all pirates, have been banished to a distant eastern continent, with a Geas to never sail again. But across the sands, slavers, bandits, and other vile scoundrels rule. Their goal is clear; to bring true piracy to the land of spice and burning suns!

    Next: "Last Dance with the Lady of Pain"
    >> Anonymous 11/22/09(Sun)23:41 No.6825508

    Your characters are a team of astronauts experimenting in the first faster than light travel which bends spacetime. You fly the machine past mars and engage. Nothing seems to happen, but the warp engine is fried. You call up back to Houston, but no reply. Earth is covered in a huge, yellowy waste, no oceans, no trees.. just mountains and rubble. Your craft is grabbed by some force and pulled to the surface. You crash land in what used to be the pacific ocean.

    What caused this? What remains?

    next title: Occupation
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:02 No.6825732
    The PCs are part of a relief force, moving into a kingdom recently liberated from a lich-king and his undead minions. The problem? The lich was universally beloved (if somewhat feared) by his subjects, whom he treated like his own children. It's difficult to even hold the country... let alone to institute rule over it.

    Next: "Three Princesses, a Dragon, and a Kobold"
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:04 No.6825753

    Excellent play sir. This shall take time. Hrm!
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:07 No.6825783
    You've got the baddest dance crew in Sigil, though the City of Doors doesn't know it yet. In the upcoming Skillion Strumpdun, the most intense dancing competition known to the planes, you'll have to make the best costumes, have the best routines, and play dirty to knock down those who might stand in your way.

    The final round is taking place in one of the main plazas, the stadium seating has been built from the bones of star-whales and the teeth of giants, spotlights made from the hearts of angels shine from all directions, as millions gather to watch the spectacle. As the music starts and your opponents take the square, screaming starts at the far end of the field.

    The Lady is walking through, and under all those spotlights, she's casting lots of shadows.

    The show must go on.
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:09 No.6825793
    Oh, right, my title.

    "Beer Pajamas"
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:12 No.6825818
    The PCs are a group of exiled town drunks. Although all starting in seperate locations they eventually gather at the nearest pub. There a yugoloth finds them and demands the anciet 'Beer Pajamas". The drunks must decided: Help such a fiend or face his wrath or get drunk.

    Next title: Brother and Sister: The Unwilling Scion of Sarrow and the Meek True Namer
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:16 No.6825854
    From: Outpost Manager

    To: Merchant Liason

    Dear Sir, this letter is to clarify for you of the unfortunate misunderstanding upon your most recent visist. While the mountainhomes do indeed provide a stunning array of handcrafts and finished poducts from goods both raw and finished, "Beer pajamas" are in fact not a type of foodstuff but instead a rather unfortunate euphemism for our dwarves propensity to spend the entire night carousing amongst themselves only later to arrive at work having not slept and being coated in the remnants and collateral debris of the previous evening.

    I apologize for the mis-communications,

    Sincerely, Daggerballs FlounderRinglets,
    Outpost Manager

    Title: "Academic Unfortunate: Magical Swordpaper"
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:25 No.6825945
    You'd think that acting as a Mage in training would be just like any other academy, right? Wrong. If the teacher wants you to write a "magical sword paper", you're not writing a paper on magic swords. You're finding a way to write on paper in such a way that it becomes a magic sword. And if you don't... El F-Bomb and passing out of the academy. Go, seek out the secrets of Mystic Calligraphy, and DON'T BLOW IT, KID!

    Next: "Black Wind, Fire, and Steel"
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:29 No.6825977
    A pair of orphaned children, the female adopted into the lap of luxury, the male grown in the Sarrow, the filthy shadowed alleys between the towers of the wealthy.

    He has seen the depredations of the ruling class, he knows too well of the suffering of the poor. He also knows that he can put a stop to both. He is hesitant to stain his hands with the blood of his fellow man, but he knows that for every heartbeat he stops, ten more will be allowed to beat.

    Among the ivory towers, she has lived a sheltered life, raised by the servants of the King. Here she has learned the ways of the court and the laws of the land. After a terrible dream, she now sees the nobles for the demons they truly are, though she dare not speak for fear of her life. Her insight would be invaluable to the coming revolution, if she knew it existed.

    The players are her retinue of bodyguards and chaperones, responsible for her safety in these increasingly uncertain times.

    "A Rock And A Hard Place"
    >> Anonymous 11/23/09(Mon)00:31 No.6825994
    The Valley Below had always been a sight that the locals showed the neverending streams of tourists. Everyone wanted to see the famous Bottomless Chasm.

    But maybe it isn't so bottomless. A strange wind's been blowing up from it lately, a kind of wind that makes things just a little more flammable. The kind that draws adventurers.

    Next: Musical Chairs Towards Infinity

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