Story Starters

At one time, the humans traded in Old Earth spices. The spices were worth more than gold. It was a pale imitation the Forest Folk’s spice trading fairs. If the humans knew that a pinch of dried Darevita Mushrooms could cure their sicknesses of the mind or Fortis Essence can increase your strength ten fold, they’d hunt for the fairs and steal the spices (like I just did).
#NationalHerbsAndSpicesDay

The dwarves can touch the red blude and enjoy all of the human’s modern conveniences. I hitched a ride with a crew, and we drank dark-n-stormys while singing ancient dwarf songs.
#InternationalDarkNStormyDay

The land the humans call Kentucky should have been ripe for the Sans Merci to pillage if not for Daniel Boone. He defeated Emil Longarms in open combat and wore a pin that deflected the Dame’s magic. I’ve never seen his like among the race of men.
#DanielBooneDay

I delivered the item to Mother Ocean and had the misfortune of chatting with all four Mothers in one room. Despite being happy that I retrieved the item, I got an earful asking why I hadn’t restarted the Trucarean apple groves on Old Earth.
#WorldOceansDay

Locklin the Shape-changing Donkey (I can’t bring myself to call him Loki), says the ‘clouds speak of an invasion. We should prepare.’ It just looks like rain turning to showers to me.
#ttrpg #urbanfantasy #untroddenways

This was the best escape plan in years. The dwarf had a balloon. He said it was filled with dragon’s breath. We floated away from the tower leaving the hobgoblins cursing our names.
#HotAirBalloonDay

We followed the spirit of an Emptiness back to its place on the Untrodden Ways. It was a desolate land that had known endless war. Grey, bleak skies. Acorns and spoiled eggs, the Emptiness had brought bodies back there. They danced and writhed to some sick piper’s tune.
#emptiness

Weed, I hate Old Earth. The humans smell. The food is bland. This northern town is the only place I’ve ever been happy. When the storm giants come to town, and the humans run to hide. I am at peace watching the destruction.
#grandmarais

Please help me. I can’t find my way out. Wha… what did I just say? Quick! All I see is red. Nevermind, all is good now. Please help me. I broke my wand and can’t break the spell.
#hildrson

We shut down the building so it couldn’t happen again. The dance hall had a curse on it. Anyone who did the chicken dance during a wedding reception on May 14 under a full moon turned into chickens. There were roosters and hens running all over the place. Agent Adva had to show off. He tried it. Turned into a nice rooster too.
#ChickenDanceDay #ttrpg #urbanfantasy #untroddenways