Nightmare Fuel Random Table 1. The centipede is talking to you again. As usual all you do is listen, because it ate and replaced your tongue long ago. It explains that the old man back in the tavern that kept looking at you knows what you did. The elder is going to go to the town guards and tell them, unless you stop him. Your hands are bloody. The old man is dead. Your hands are bloody. The old man is dead but you can't stop him from talking. Your hands are bloody. The centipede eats the old, dead man's tongue to help hide the truth. You wake up feeling lonely as if you've lost your closest friend. 2. No one at the party has a face, only masks. Oh, they look like faces that can smile, laugh, even cry. But you can tell they are just masks because the sockets are hollow and the chin is attached to a stick they hold with their sallow-skinned hands. Your mask is broken, though. You see, the stick is missing so you have to hold it directly to your raw, flensed face. It...

Session Ten: Vignettes An untamed frontier. Dark cults. Fickle fey gods. Ravenous fiends. Nothing black powder and sorcery won't fix... . Timberlands Campaign Diary Hours had passed since the dire predictions were spoken. In the meantime, the heroes had split up to investigate the harvest festival on their own. There were shopping and trade to do after all. Orym the gunslinger and Gwaedd the bard spent those hours sleeping it off, however. It was the half-orc that rose first. After ensuring his otterfolk companion was resting alright in the tent, Orym struck out to get some water and see what trouble he could get into. Instead, trouble found him. Two former knights turned crafters, Landolf and Richriver chatted with Orym. They’d heard tales that there was trouble stirring in Esker Keep on the far side of the colonies. Orym’s father and brother’s names came up in the conversation. The gunslinger hastily found his friends and explained he had to make sure his family was alrigh...

The Teeth Sisters and Other Crones Random Table 1. A giant caterpillar crawls into view. On its back is a large mushroom hut with a red roof speckled white. Above the huts door is a sign of a coin pouch spilling silver teeth. A crone, Ultah Silverteeth , calls from a window to the party. She claims she has the best tobacco in all the land. Construct butterflies with silver filagree wings flit about the structure. One of the blends she sells allows the smoker to re-rolled a single hit die on a short rest as they smoke it. 2. A huge stone golem lumbers toward the party. It doesn't have a head, but a square, stone building on its shoulders and hunched back instead. Above the buildings pitted, wooden door hands a sign of a coin pouch spilling stone teeth. A crone, Illima Stoneteeth , peeks out of the door and claims she has a fine selection of armor and weapons heroes might need. Stone ravens circle high above. There is an ancient axe that she displays made of smoked glass that ...

Session Nine: Shenanigans and Soothsaying An untamed frontier. Dark cults. Fickle fey gods. Ravenous fiends. Nothing black powder and sorcery won't fix... . Timberlands Campaign Diary After recovering from the prolonged battles against the cannibal cult, the party traveled along the banks of the West Orange River. Downstream was the Grim-Faced Bridge, a relic of the dead Empire of Enuk'Lun which still bore the sorcerer-king's face along its columns. The area had been inhabited by a dwarven family, the Longnails, for quite some time. Said dwarves had established a thriving cattle ranch, butchery, and housing for those who passed along this vital route. The East and West Orange Rivers joined into one not far away and was too wide for most to ford. This made the bridge invaluable. The heroes made their way to the road and followed it to the causeway. They found the area inundated with pavilions, stands, and tents for there was a harvest festival in full swing. The L...

Session Eight: The Trophy Wife An untamed frontier. Dark cults. Fickle fey gods. Ravenous fiends. Nothing black powder and sorcery won't fix... . Timberlands Campaign Diary Gathering in the Lodgemaster's study, the heroes and their allies dared a short rest within a tiny hut spell. They were wary over that hour, expecting a new wave of cultists to assail them. Little did they know that the villains were taking time to fortify as well. The party provided their new friends a few weapons but told the former captives that if they suspect that the champions were slain to flee instead of coming to the rescued. The battered detainees readily agreed. Instead of taking the direct route up the stairs, however, the heroes elected to use a second story balcony as an entry point. They shortly discovered that beyond the balcony's doors there lay a magic barrier not unlike the tiny hut they'd camped in. From within came a gaggle of mangeservants intent on pushing them back o...