Looking for some guest writers.

[Vulcan Stev]

I have opened up My Dungeon Drama series to anyone who wants to write up a random plot hook. I'd really like some input from my fellow Paladins. Go read the series and then if you're interested leave a reply here.

We'll set up something to get your article on the blog

[Sir Golgotha, KEoPS]

Not having Story Cubes of my own, I randomly picked an existing selection. My list was randomly selected from your existing blog posts. Specifically, this one is from the end of May, the first one with PIT #2 & #3. I made sure I didn't read their responses before writing my own.

"We rolled a tree, a magnifying glass, a question mark, an alien, a magnet, a compass rose, an arrow, a skyscraper, and a moon."

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Something is happening to the Titan Trees.

Picture the fantasy paintings of an Elven mansion built within a giant tree. That's the first visual we are going for here. Now imagine that same oversized treehouse thrown to the ground. Broken walls lie scattered like the toys of an angry child. Ruined family heirlooms are smashed beneath what was once a loving home. The former occupants wander aimlessly in shock. The tree is nowhere to be seen.

Titan Trees have no natural predator. No huge beast consumes them. No mortal man cuts them down to harvest their wood. The Fair Folk would not allow any such thing. Neither of these seem to be the case here. There is no stump, no broken branches or fallen leaves. The only evidence the millennia-old tree ever existed is the hole in the ground and the now-homeless Elves and other Fae. The trees simply vanish suddenly, in the middle of the night.

Rumours have already started spreading among the displaced Fae. If the trees were magically taken, then they must logically be somewhere. Bands of angry Elves roam the land, forced by strange circumstance into a nomadic search.

If your game world has no ready culprits for this strange crime--or you just want a more Fortean ending--I propose a strange solution. After the Elves and other Fair Folk start to panic and become a menace--as the trees are nowhere to be found--have the trees start to fall from the sky. The violent ending is to have them fall on cities. The sad ending is to have the trees mostly burn up in the atmosphere; only cinders and ash remain. The more happy ending is to have the trees fall exactly back into their vacated holes. The very happy (and strangest) ending is to have the trees fall back into place, magically rebuild the Elves' homes, and apologise for the trouble. The Titan Trees of the very happy (ending) bring huge saplings back from the heavens. This celestial teleportation is part of their reproductive cycle, and now there are many more Titan Trees in the world.