In a nutshell, a brief introduction to scenarios on this blog that can arise through adventures in minutes.
Adapt to suit your needs and your players, of course!
You were born in a land sweet, prosperous and peaceful, and memories of your childhood are happy.
Like all those around you, your horizon is limited to your village and surrounding lands. Sometimes, when switching from hawkers or buffoons, you hear talk about a distant war, where ruthless warriors from the south-east spread in their wake death, desolation and fear.
They came home one morning. Warriors clad in shining armor, armed to the teeth. The local militia has sometimes objected to them, its members were all mercilessly slaughtered, they are performed or not. They raped your sister, your grain stores looted and beer, the meager savings stolen from your parents, your humbled lords who did not deserve it all, burned and tortured mercilessly all those they suspected of practicing the arcane arts, in without calling them demons seem to be able to make the slightest difference between magic and witchcraft. Then you have discovered with horror that were really Verougues ...
Whether you have caved in or you're a rebel, you've finished in their infamous prisons. They have annihilated you in any spirit of revolt, to make you forget the word hope. Then one day, they took him in their galleys to their cursed island, you promised a disastrous fate. One day, while you languish at the bottom of your damp dungeon, great noise control were heard on deck. You've heard of no rush in the corridor and passageways. Then silence fell ...
The door then opened. A man entered a huge, blond warrior wearing a beautifully embroidered coat. He has delivered you and helped you get up and leave this stinking jail. Leaving the galley at the hands of the few who survived verougues in combat, they take you on Libreterre. And there you have rediscovered friendship, beauty, brotherhood, simplicity and joy of living. They bandaged your wounds and cared for your wounded soul. You shared the layer of beings as beautiful as they are good and exchanged hugs and affection with them. They've taught lots of things ...
They told you they were enough, with the power of magic dragons and their allies to protect Libreterre, but they would be enough to protect other islands Foland of murderous madness Verougues and their allies, the barbarians of the north, warlords and other Sangrelins. And so you, the small Villagers Boren, of Verlander and elsewhere, had, on your own accord, agreed to put your talent, your heart and soul to serve edrulains for epic adventures to the four corners of Foland, so that the back tightness and that hope never dies ...
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