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[Mycanid]

That's not a good adventure hook, but I do like the fungus angle. How about?:

The last thing you remember before waking up in the forest is being alarmed by a strange cloud of purplish smoke seeping into your room. Now you're naked, laying atop a flat, mossy rock. Your comrades are sprawled about the clearing in a similar state of undress. Out of the corner of your eye, you detect furtive movement just inside the woodline. You can't be certain, but that oversized toadstool may be stalking you.

Especially if the fungus is ... a ... destroying angel!

Touche' btw Mark

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

While walking through the cemetary, you get a nasty shock: Your own name on a tombstone, complete with your real birthdate, and a death date ...

 

[Mycanid]

That's not a good adventure hook, but I do like the fungus angle. How about?:

...that oversized toadstool may be stalking you.

Btw ... the pun about mushroom stalks was awful!

 

[Festivus]

That's not a good adventure hook, but I do like the fungus angle. How about?:

The last thing you remember before waking up in the forest is being alarmed by a strange cloud of purplish smoke seeping into your room. Now you're naked, laying atop a flat, mossy rock. Your comrades are sprawled about the clearing in a similar state of undress. Out of the corner of your eye, you detect furtive movement just inside the woodline. You can't be certain, but that oversized toadstool may be stalking you.

Aww, and here I thought that the PCs were mushroom men, and you awaken to the sound of a knife being sharpened.

 

[masshysteria]

It is amazing what railroading you can get away with at the beginning of an adventure when you follow it with those three magic words: roll for initiative.

Here's another try:

The howling winds and fierce winter storm have forced you to take shelter in the hamlet's inn. After being in the blinding white snow, your eyes slowly adjust to the dimly lit interior to show a massacre. A group of vile looking soldiers stand over a cowling and beaten man. The leader of the soldiers turns to look at you and yells, "No witnesses!"

Roll for initiative...

 

[blargney the second]

Suddenly the suddenly suddenlies your suddenly! Roll for suddenly!
-blarg

ps - The silence of the night is torn by a short terrified scream as a body falls from the sky into your campfire. Upon impact, a large quantity of salty water materializes and douses the fire. A beat later, a small sword shatters when it collides with the ground, and a cloud of sulfurous, green-glowing smoke appears with a strange form inside. Roll for initiative.

 

[Mark CMG]

Solo game.

Looking through of the window, you see an ogre as close to the glass as yourself. By the Gods, they are ugly. No wonder there is a bounty on their heads. In the distance, a band of townfolk are coming with weapons and torches. You chuckle, point and think of how that ogre is going to get what he has coming. Wait. Why is he mimicking . . . That's no window . . . It's a mirror!


Roll for initiative.

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

A Romulan warbird decloaks off the starboard bow and begins launching torpedoes...

Whoops, wrong genre.

A Scarlet Brotherhood pirate ship suddenly shimmers into visibility off the starboard bow and begins firing fire arrows!

Better.

Alt -

Elminster has just finished explaining why he hired your party to solve the latest RSE for him when he suddenly puts one hand to his throat, screams "Ack! A cliche!" and falls over, dead. What do you do?

 

[Mark Chance]

Elminster has just finished explaining why he hired your party to solve the latest RSE for him when he suddenly puts one hand to his throat, screams "Ack! A cliche!" and falls over, dead. What do you do?

Players (in unison): "We dance madly with glee through the streets, and then plane shift away to a less silly campaign world."

DM: "Fine. Plane shift's innate inaccuracy gets you to a less silly campaign world, but not to a location of your choosing. You appear in a dank, dark cavern. Jagged teeth of limestone jut from the floor and ceiling. A heavy, fetid odor invades your lungs. Several yards away, the bubbling surface of a huge pool of sulfuric acid roils as a serpentine neck raises a draconian head from the caustic depths. Roll for initiative!"

 

[jgbrowning]

You wake up in darkness. You have no clothes. You feel drugged. You are alone. What would you like to do?

Get up and do it again.....

joe b.