Encounters for a travelling party following a path through grasslands or plains with woods nearby.
Shared by u/hicki101 at r/d100
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At the side of the road you come across a mostly dilapidated circle of standing stones, through the one last intact set you see heavy rain although the sun is shining brightly overhead |
2 |
A soot smeared woman cries at the side of the road, she asks to be escorted to her uncle nearby only to lead the party into a heavily armed bandit ambush. |
3 |
A group of elves are tracking a giant albino stag hoping to tend it’s wounds after wargs attacked it. |
4 |
A small group of will-ó-the wisps dance a figure 8 above a deep hole with a faint breeze blowing up. |
5 |
A rain weathered statue stands 5 foot tall, salt water drips slowly from between it’s cupped hands. |
6 |
A scruffy dog trots up to the party, in its mouth is a soggy and slightly chewed dungeon map. |
7 |
In the distance a flickering fire seems to have a group dancing around it. Once near the party see only roughly made scarecrows frozen in dancing poses. |
8 |
A sweet scent fills the air, dried and wrinkled crab apples surround a bare tree all but one shining pink apple |
9 |
Suddenly hundreds of birds and small woodland animals burst from the brush as if fleeing a great beast. |
10 |
A pool filled by a waterfall yet it doesn’t ripple, through the clear water a sparkle can be seen at the bottom |
11 |
A sprite bobs through the air before collapsing, with its last breaths it whispers “it’s open, God's they actually opened it” |
12 |
The sound of a slow played harp melody escapes from the window of a roadside charcoal makers hut, none of the charcoal mounds seem to be smouldering |
13 |
A fist sized egg lays in the middle of the path, it’s warm to the touch and leaves soot stains on all it touches |
14 |
A necklace of red metal beads hangs from a branch, when rubbed each bead gives off a different note similar to a tuning fork |
15 |
A clay key is nestled in the ashes of a campfire, runes glow like embers but the key is always chill to the touch |
16 |
The remains of a fresh hunt hang in an abandoned camp, the fire still burns, weapons and backpacks are neatly arranged on bedrolls |
17 |
A red headed woman gagged and bound to tree sports small cuts and bruised to her exposed skin, on the leaves lay three bandits all missing their left eye. |
18 |
To the side of the road barrows stretch far to the horizon with a rumble and a tremble of the ground many of the barrows suddenly collapse |
19 |
Around the next bend in the road a bards song can be heard, the party members names are clearly sung. But when they turn the path it’s clear and the last notes of the song fade. |
20 |
A merchant has set up their stall at a busy cross roads a crowd has formed to hear about a new elixir on sale |
21 |
In the grass to the side of the road a body still and stripped of everything but a clearly valuable locket |
22 |
A cart sits with doors open and horses cut loose inside sits a covered painting the fabric always moving as if in a breeze |
23 |
A dusty but well dressed Nobel sound a tale of trickery, a beautiful woman and a set of clearly loaded dice, a smile on his face throughout. |
24 |
A bear limps into your path a trap clamped to a hind leg trailing a chain and peg |
25 |
A druid smiles as he passes on a regal giant stag with a grin and one eye closed he slurs “gentleymen” the smell of moonshine follows his passing. |
26 |
In the dark of night a babies wails come from deeper in the woods dim lights can be seen weaving between the trunks in the distance. |
27 |
As the party pass a wind smoothed obelisk is stuck by lightning from the clear sunny sky |
28 |
Etched into a large tree a halfling sized door has a large axe sticking from it. |
29 |
The trees around the path seem to become dreary the only bright colour comes from a fungus growing in the tree canopy. |
30 |
As the sky darkens a luminescent bird circles above the party following them along the path. |
31 |
strewn across the path still still gasping and flicking lay several dozen fish. |
32 |
A sudden wind blows up a dust cloud once past the party sees they are covered in ash not dust but no fire can see found near by. |
33 |
A bubbling cauldron hangs over a dying fire, the contents boiling and steaming but instantly becomes ice cold once out the pot. |
34 |
A wolf howls from the tree line, then slowly backs into the brush. |
35 |
A clockwork swallow clirps clicks suddenly freezes in place then falls to the ground. |
36 |
A book can be found on the path filled with children’s tales, but only one member of the party can see the text. It appears blank to all others |
37 |
A tree stump covered in moss has a sword buried to the hilt at it’s centre |
38 |
one party member is plagued by buzzing and insect bites all day all others don’t seem to suffer |
39 |
A wheel rushes towards the parts most of its wooden spokes shattered, no carriage can be found nearby |
40 |
An old rotting throne can be seen half submerged in a roadside pond |
41 |
5 coins are nailed to a post, each with a different face and one made of an unknown metal |
42 |
A bundle of snapped arrows are bound by a tree, arrowheads made of flint obsidian and coral |
43 |
A scarecrow hangs high in a tree, thick tar dripping from it’s finger tips |
44 |
An overturned cart lays in a wreckage, smashed by one huge boulder in its side |
45 |
A unicorn stumbles into the path, it’s side ripped by a large barbed bone spear still hanging from it’s flank |
46 |
A dragons jawbone spans the path like an archway, runes carved into every tooth. |
47 |
A storage box sits locked by the wayside, a faint light escapes the keyhole |
48 |
A 16 foot sword is embedded at a fork in the road, the leather grip rotten but the blade as sharp as ever |
49 |
ringed by trees that must be hundreds of years old, its prow half buried a pristine ship proudly flies a red flag. |
50 |
painted on a large flat rock a primitive but recognisable mural of the party engulfed in flames , the paint still wet. |
51 |
A 40 foot circle has a thick layer of frost and snow falls lightly beyond this the weather is normal. |
52 |
slumped against a tree a dryad staunches it’s bleeding gut, “by the God’s, it’s free” |
53 |
A trail of blood drops leads to a cave opening just off the path the smell of cooked meat washes over the party |
54 |
A barricade blocks the road made of broken furniture and trees, a grossly fat goblin is hoisted into the air “king grandguts demands you kneel before him. |
55 |
A teifling runs from a mob all screaming “daemon! Devil!” |
56 |
A gnome sits stranded in a rigging of thin ropes and material. “a little help please, it seems my Featherfall contraption didn’t quiet stick the landing” |
57 |
The fields all seem to hold scarecrow, but not a crop it sight, are there more this morning? |
58 |
a farmer sweats trying to push his plow, he buried his only horse this morning, “had some huge claw marks on it’s side it did” |
59 |
all goes silent the trees stop blowing in the breeze not a single bird chirps but the tall grass seems to still sway hypnotically |
60 |
for one party member food seems to spoil before they can eat and water tastes stagnant and bitter fresh from a clear stream |
61 |
The path is littered with beautiful petals of all colours, on closer inspection the party walk on a carpet of dead and dying butterflies |
62 |
eyes watering and bile building in the throats the party or blasted by a gale of sulphur smelling wind |
63 |
posts line the path, each have a white stone festival mask, all turn and stare at the party |
64 |
In the distance a dragon seems to loom the sun making a dark shadow, on closer inspection natural rock and foliage have formed a dragon like shape |
65 |
A lone child in rags weeps, as the party approaches they shriek “haha stupid longshanks get em boys” goblin ambush |
66 |
whimpering can be heard from a pit fall trap only a small hole on one side shows where something fell through |
67 |
The sound of children’s laughter rings out, for the next hour all party members think they keep catching the sight of children running in there peripheral vision |
68 |
A thin old man with long beard hurriedly stirs a pot, with a huge smile he calls you over and offers you broth, if a party member looks closely they will see a humanoid foot sticking from the pot |
69 |
A locket lays in the dust of the road, when opened a high pitched scream bursts from the small windows. |
70 |
by the side of a road a bush with plump berries glisten, they are sweet on first bite then burn like the hottest chillies |
71 |
A choir like song can be heard from a field, as the party walks by a passage opens in the tall grass |
72 |
two statues stand at the side of the path, between their out stretched hands is a locket forever locked in their petrified struggling hands |
73 |
A drunken elf falls face first into the dust at the parties feet, uncontrollably giggling |
74 |
two trees branches intertwine overhead forming a shaded archway |
75 |
A trail of broken and snapped trees lead deep into the woods at the side of the road |
76 |
A flash of light high above the party makes a deafening boom, one golden and one pitch black large feather fall to the ground. |
77 |
A wild boar runs at the party 5 foot away it collapses and slides in the dust, the body twiches as a large black tentacle slithers from it’s snout |
78 |
The road becomes mired in web, cocoons large and small litter these webs |
79 |
A swarm of bats fly from the trees to the side of the path, fluttering past the party blinding then for a second |
80 |
The ruins of a cottage are strewn across an over grown garden the roof and walls collapsed yet the doorway still shows darkness beyond |
81 |
A pure white horse walks by the party it stops and bows it’s head, after a pause to turns to show it’s flank covered in bloodied hand prints |
82 |
crows perch on all available surfaces, instead of a caw only a drawn out whispered NO is sounded |
83 |
While foraging only rotten fruits and clearly diseased animals can be found |
84 |
A handful of lichen covered grave stone sit haphazardly by the road, the ground freshly disturbed |
85 |
A goat plants itself in front of the party, in an educated tone he explains about a polymorph amulet gone wrong |
86 |
smoke fills the parties vision but instead of burning wood the smoke is pleasantly sweet |
87 |
goblin bodies litter the path, one survivor tells of the screaming shadows |
88 |
A tiny black kitten stalks the party through the brush squeaking it’s battle cry, those squeaks draw momma displacer beast |
89 |
ahead a giant can be seen waist deep in a mire, clearly stuck after rescuing it’s cattle |
90 |
A dagger sticks out high into a tree, bodies surround the roots. A neutral player will hear a voice seductively asking to be plucked |
91 |
A group of bandits burst from the woods, adolescent dryad children thrown over their shoulders |
92 |
A treant begs the party to capture then relocate a family of woodpeckers that have chosen him for a home. |
93 |
A cracked but still functioning fountain had a body draped over it’s wall, clearly the body died of dehydration. |
94 |
an old woman tries to sell the party her gathered herbs, all are decimated or rotting |
95 |
A thick slime covers the path, it smells divine but it filled with dead and dying bugs |
96 |
A hooded man blocks the way “it was you wasn’t it, you slaughtered them all” |
97 |
A snow white dress hangs from a tree branch, pristine and smelling of perfume |
98 |
A blooded band of bugbears stumble into the parties path. "You'll do" the leader sneers |
99 |
A traveller asks if they could stay by the parties fire for the night, in the morning depending on the parties choice a boon from the God of travellers if left for them, or vicious nightmares haunt the party they suffer from level 1 exhaustion for 5 days |
100 |
two chests sit at a fork in the road, a loud voice says choose, one contains gold or a gift, the other a mimic |