Plot Hooks

A flood has covered hundreds of miles, leaving nothing but a small village that was built upon the top of a great hill. Settlers from flooded towns are seeking refuge, but there's not enough supplies to go around, and some refugees and plotting to take over.

Dmitri Roundtree thinks the village should close their doors to any and all refugees.

You reach into your bag of holding and draw out an unfamiliar relic. It is a small doll-like figure, carved from bone. "Help me..." it cries, and small beads of water begin to drip from its carved eyes.

Reeve Hume that bag of holding is ancient, must be one of the earliest of its kind,

You are haunted by visions of a dead woman in white. She disappears when you walk in a particular direction, but otherwise she bars your way.

Simone Autumn won't make eye contact with you. Larson Bryce calls you 'haunted', and makes a warding sign.

A secret underground fight club has sprung up.

Kalth Smyth is mad because someone talked about it.

One of the wagons you are escorting suspiciously loses a wheel in the middle of a forest road. The other guards whisper to one another and ready their weapons.

The caravan master was convinced to hire these guards in the previous town. Max Watson mistrusts the new guards.

An old man is said to be a war criminal in the last great war and has been hiding out and posing as the innkeep for the last fifty years. Now people are closing in, and he doesn't know what he should do.

Aubrey Joybrook thinks everyone should just leave the old guy alone.

The whole city has been transported back in time, to an era that predates civilization.

Frank Faelyn isn't leaving their home until things are back to normal.

A body is found with a note clutched in its hand. The party feels as though the note should be delivered to the dead man's wife.

Del Turner is the only person who can decipher the code written hastily at the bottom of the note.

A new ancient dungeon has been discovered, and the walls are covered in carved runes from a dead language no one can speak or read. At least, until a small boy in a nearby town begins scratching the same runes into his own home.

Donal Wilbur is afraid of the boy, and wonders if the right thing to do is to simply eliminate him.