Category
Events 60
Narrative encounters with choices, skill checks and consequences.
Wasteland 30
- The Overturned CartA two-wheeled cargo cart lies on its side at the edge of the trail, one axle snapped clean. Crates are scattered in the dust, most of them cracked open and picked clean. Boot prints lead…
- The Rustling ScrubSomething is moving in the scrub brush alongside the trail. You can hear it - a rhythmic rustling that matches your pace. When you stop, it stops. When you walk, it walks.
- The Signal FireA thin column of smoke rises from behind a ridge about three hundred meters off the trail. It's the wrong color for a campfire - too white, too steady. Signal smoke. Someone is trying to…
- The Singing RocksYou hear it at dusk - a low, resonant hum coming from a cluster of sandstone formations just off the trail. Not wind. The air is still. The sound pulses gently, rising and falling in a…
- The Snake DenYou hear the rattle before you see them. A cluster of rocks beside the trail is alive with movement - diamond-patterned scales catching the afternoon sun. A rattlesnake den, recently…
- The Snapped CableA steel cable lies across the trail, half-buried in sand. It stretches from a rusted anchor bolt in a rock face to somewhere in the scrub on the other side. The cable is under tension -…
- The StandoffVoices carry in the desert. You hear them before you see anything - two people, shouting. Over the next rise, a man and a woman stand ten meters apart on the trail, each with a hand on…
- The Trade OfferingA flat rock beside the trail has been set up as a trade post - items arranged neatly on a cloth, with a small sign reading "TAKE WHAT YOU NEED. LEAVE WHAT YOU CAN." No one is present.
- The Traded MapA traveler coming from the opposite direction flags you down. He's moving fast, barely stopping. "Trade you - I've got a route map of the next twenty miles. Shows water, shelter, and…
- The Traveler's GraveA cairn of flat stones beside the trail, clearly deliberate - someone's grave. A wooden marker leans at an angle, the name weathered past reading. At the base, a small collection of…
- The Wounded StrangerA man sits propped against a rock beside the trail, pressing a blood-soaked rag to his left arm. He sees you and raises his right hand - palm out, universal sign for 'not a threat.'
- The Wrong CairnTrail cairns dot the route - small stacks of flat stones that mark the path across featureless terrain. You've been following them for an hour when you notice something wrong. The last…
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