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This dungeon pub can be found [location].<br>The patrons of this dungeon pub are mostly [patrons].<br>A notable patron of this dungeon pub is [notable].<br>This dungeon pub serves [drink] and [grub].<br>A rumour that might be heard at this dungeon pub is [rumour].
{location}
at a junction of old dwarven minecart tracks
at the bottom of a well that opens into a cavern
in the lab of a scorned former alchemist who forsook their art for homebrewing
in a former bear’s den, the floor still strewn with shed fur and gnawed bones.
within the rusted hull of a crashed and sunken satellite
in a shelter of entangled tree roots
underneath the looping ribs of some enormous slowworm
in the dead-end of a half-collapsed sapper's tunnel
in the ritual chamber of a Dionysian cult
behind a hinged painting that depicts a rowdy tavern scene
within a giant, hollowed-out radish
in a natural and heavily-corrugated cave formation that provides many corners to brood in
inside a titanic birdcage, burst open from within
only by those who've learned the password from another dungeon denizen
in an abandoned wine cellar decorated with curtains of broken glass
in a secret basement beneath the false bottom of a treasure chest
with a dowsing rod, which in the dungeon will unerringly point towards the pub
behind a wooden door painted to look like the wall around it
within the sinister paradimension on the other side of a magic mirror
in the crypt of a noble and their servants, the stone coffins converted to tables
{patrons}
prejudiced against humans, believing them to be baby-eaters
the remnants of an adventuring expedition that went native
chattering goblins throwing darts at each other
silent tiraphegs with various arrnagements of limbs
hungover and ornery from a bender the night before
too wasted to even notice outsiders
loser monsters with nowhere else to go
inebriated doppelgangers who do mocking caricatures of anyone who walks in
bugbears hazing a new member of their squad
behind on their tabs and on the lookout for someone to trick into covering them
blind, and find their way about by sound and scent
stitched-together zombies hoping to get a new liver to balance out their alcohol consumption
stumbling myconids after a novel chemical experience
goths telling each other scary stories
on the lookout for a new establishment, as critics have panned this place
ceramic dolls that merely mimic the actions of typical pub patrons
lying-flat outcasts from a neighbouring dwarf fortress
members of a colony of vampire-bat-folk
peasants enchanted by a fairy to believe they're in their village's beer-hall
the revenants of drunks who can only enjoy alcohol vicariously now
{notable}
an old mole-man too nearsighted and doddering to realize he’s not at his favourite pub in his hometown
a skeletal bard attempting to keep the music of their dead civilization alive and appreciated
a barrel inhabited and rolled around by a sapient, burbling colony of yeast looking for the perfect mash
a poorly-disguised prince of the svirfneblins, slumming it among the common folk. A team of bodyguards lurk near him invisibly
a divorcée deep dryad seeking someone to handle her still-charmed ex-husband
a wealthy gambler ghoul who eats only the flesh of his opponents that's wagered against him in games of chance
a dire badger that devoured a famous scholar and somehow had its mind merged with his - an imbalanced combination of instinct and learning
a scarecrow stuffed with a clan of jermlaines that walk it about, fit with a system of tubes to distribute drinks to every member
a bolt of living lightning in a bottle with a body of magnetized wires, attempting to better understand meat-beings
a scurrilous imp acting as an informant for heaven against sinners and escaped devils
a kobold dragon-priest who equivocates the burn of high-proof liquor with the burn of breathing flames
a drow poisoner trying to refine their produce to the fun side of debilitating
a fracture modron - 3-sided, forever seeking its other half
an earth elemental - taking the form of a fossilized millipede - collecting tribute for its underground masters
a recently-graduated journeyman stonemason so drunk they don't even realize they've left their fellows behind on their pub crawl
a grizzled prospector sure they'll stumble on a big find any day now
a notorious outlaw on the run from topside authorities
a plague doctor who offers to pay well for the opportunity to study victims of chthonic diseases
an animate pile of rubbish, who’ll trade the sometimes-treasures that make up its body for superior replacements
a cultist with endless pits for eyes and a philosophy of personal annihilation. Wants someone to sever their ties on the surface they can no longer return to
{drink}
colourful slugs that exude narcotic slime
wine that’s turned halfway to vinegar
purplish liquor distilled from Stygian tubers
moldy ale
whiskey aged in stipewood barrels
brandy made from the pomace of pale fruits that grew without seeing the light of the sun
the eggs of trogloxene beasts cracked open for their intoxicating yolks
a stiff and numbing vodka
bottles of various fine vintages stolen from tunnelled-into cellars
soporific fluid extracted from the spines of tunnel-newts
diluted pit-jelly venom
poorly-strained stout
the psychedelic tears of blind floating cave-heads
the delectable glowing hemolymph of bioluminescent snails
a pungent and hallucinogenic tea steeped from deep-growing mycorrhizae
the inebriating sweat of things that have slumbered in the depths since the blankets of soil and stone were set over them
goat-bladders pumped with euphoric gas
liqueur flavoured with pale herbs
stagnant water infested with microscopic, mildly mind-bending parasites
fermented roach milk
{grub}
fried cave lice
boiled ooze-gruel
greasy mystery meat sashimi
crunchy, bitter roots
dense nutrient bricks extruded by an ancient machine
the steamed bulbs of predatory plants
mushrooms
ground cricket porridge
giant shrew jerky
candied eyeballs
marrow stew
raw eggs
bowls of live honeypot ants
battered and fried whip scorpions
albino salamander filets
worm chowder
clay-baked cave fish
sausages with hardtack
dried algae
blood pudding
{rumour}
the relationships of the factions in the dungeon
the placement of traps in the dungeon
where to find a choice treasure in the dungeon
the answer to a riddle in the dungeon
warnings about esoteric dangers in the dungeon
a prophecy regarding the dungeon
the skills and vulnerabilities of a rival party of adventurers who've been exploring the dungeon
the location of another, somehow related dungeon
the command word of a magical item in the dungeon
the placement of a shortcut into or between parts of the dungeon
the location of a font of holy water in the dungeon
how to hatch and train the young of a certain monster in the dungeon
the general location and nature of a lich's phylactery
about a faction interested in taking over the dungeon
about a spell that would be useful for navigating the dungeon
hidden ways in and out of a nearby settlement
blackmail material on a faction leader in the dungeon
the origin of the dungeon itself
the location of a secret passage
a secret weakness of monsters in the dungeon
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