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There exists a swale, a shallow dip in the ground, a low run between owned plots of land, about 30 feet wide, twice as long, and 3 feet deep. This swale contains a single, elderly tree, massive in girth and standing unfailingly straight and unbelievably tall.

During the rainy season, the swale fills with rainwater. Up and down the water level goes, collecting rain and evaporating away. When the swale overflows, the tree blossoms, blooms, and fruits. It's like a laser-light show, even during the day, each little flower, each leaf, each bud and bloom, even the cracks in the bark, everything lit up.

And the fruit! The Lumenfig, a pale, waxy fruit about the size of a large fig, with skin that you're pretty sure was pearl white, but now looks faint gold. The inside, dense and honey-dark, segmented like a small pomegranate, each seed encased in a translucent membrane that catches the light and holds on to it for a moment before releasing it as a faint glow. A smell of petrichor with underlying floral notes, a taste that begins bright and sharp like an underripe pear, continues through a slight and brief honey sweetness, and ends cool like a refreshing cup of ice water.

The swale is dry now. Has been for three years. The tree stands the same as ever, straight and tall, but dark. No blossoms, no fruit, no light. Ask anyone in town about it and they'll reminisce the way people do about the best day of their lives. Three years, the swale has dried up, the grass has died, leaving only cracked mud in its place. There has been no drought, the rainy season came and went as wet as ever, but the swale just... isn't itself.

---

This is a prompt, not a finished side-quest. Drop it in your adventure, and see what your players do with it. Possible reasons behind the story include:

* The swale's underground water source has been blocked by a collapsed aquifer or new construction upstream.
* Something has nested in the tree and is feeding off of its energy.
* The tree knows something is coming and has gone dark deliberately.
* Somebody has figured out how to harvest the light or the fruit, has been doing so in secret, and has over-harvested, killing the tree slowly.
---
#dnd #DungeonsAndDragons #TTRPG #DMTools #Homebrew #unearthedarcana #sidequest #Worldbuilding

There exists a swale, a shallow dip in the ground, a low run between owned plots of land, about 30 feet wide, twice as long, and 3 feet deep. This swale contains a single, elderly tree, massive in girth and standing unfailingly straight and unbelievably tall.

During the rainy season, the swale fills with rainwater. Up and down the water level goes, collecting rain and evaporating away. When the swale overflows, the tree blossoms, blooms, and fruits. It's like a laser-light show, even during the day, each little flower, each leaf, each bud and bloom, even the cracks in the bark, everything lit up.

And the fruit! The Lumenfig, a pale, waxy fruit about the size of a large fig, with skin that you're pretty sure was pearl white, but now looks faint gold. The inside, dense and honey-dark, segmented like a small pomegranate, each seed encased in a translucent membrane that catches the light and holds on to it for a moment before releasing it as a faint glow. A smell of petrichor with underlying floral notes, a taste that begins bright and sharp like an underripe pear, continues through a slight and brief honey sweetness, and ends cool like a refreshing cup of ice water.

The swale is dry now. Has been for three years. The tree stands the same as ever, straight and tall, but dark. No blossoms, no fruit, no light. Ask anyone in town about it and they'll reminisce the way people do about the best day of their lives. Three years, the swale has dried up, the grass has died, leaving only cracked mud in its place. There has been no drought, the rainy season came and went as wet as ever, but the swale just... isn't itself.

---

This is a prompt, not a finished side-quest. Drop it in your adventure, and see what your players do with it. Possible reasons behind the story include:

* The swale's underground water source has been blocked by a collapsed aquifer or new construction upstream.
* Something has nested in the tree and is feeding off of its energy.
* The tree knows something is coming and has gone dark deliberately.
* Somebody has figured out how to harvest the light or the fruit, has been doing so in secret, and has over-harvested, killing the tree slowly.
---
#dnd #DungeonsAndDragons #TTRPG #DMTools #Homebrew #unearthedarcana #sidequest #Worldbuilding

There exists a swale, a shallow dip in the ground, a low run between owned plots of land, about 30 feet wide, twice as long, and 3 feet deep. This swale contains a single, elderly tree, massive in girth and standing unfailingly straight and unbelievably tall.

During the rainy season, the swale fills with rainwater. Up and down the water level goes, collecting rain and evaporating away. When the swale overflows, the tree blossoms, blooms, and fruits. It's like a laser-light show, even during the day, each little flower, each leaf, each bud and bloom, even the cracks in the bark, everything lit up.

And the fruit! The Lumenfig, a pale, waxy fruit about the size of a large fig, with skin that you're pretty sure was pearl white, but now looks faint gold. The inside, dense and honey-dark, segmented like a small pomegranate, each seed encased in a translucent membrane that catches the light and holds on to it for a moment before releasing it as a faint glow. A smell of petrichor with underlying floral notes, a taste that begins bright and sharp like an underripe pear, continues through a slight and brief honey sweetness, and ends cool like a refreshing cup of ice water.

The swale is dry now. Has been for three years. The tree stands the same as ever, straight and tall, but dark. No blossoms, no fruit, no light. Ask anyone in town about it and they'll reminisce the way people do about the best day of their lives. Three years, the swale has dried up, the grass has died, leaving only cracked mud in its place. There has been no drought, the rainy season came and went as wet as ever, but the swale just... isn't itself.

---

This is a prompt, not a finished side-quest. Drop it in your adventure, and see what your players do with it. Possible reasons behind the story include:

* The swale's underground water source has been blocked by a collapsed aquifer or new construction upstream.
* Something has nested in the tree and is feeding off of its energy.
* The tree knows something is coming and has gone dark deliberately.
* Somebody has figured out how to harvest the light or the fruit, has been doing so in secret, and has over-harvested, killing the tree slowly.
---
#dnd #DungeonsAndDragons #TTRPG #DMTools #Homebrew #unearthedarcana #sidequest #Worldbuilding

There exists a swale, a shallow dip in the ground, a low run between owned plots of land, about 30 feet wide, twice as long, and 3 feet deep. This swale contains a single, elderly tree, massive in girth and standing unfailingly straight and unbelievably tall.

During the rainy season, the swale fills with rainwater. Up and down the water level goes, collecting rain and evaporating away. When the swale overflows, the tree blossoms, blooms, and fruits. It's like a laser-light show, even during the day, each little flower, each leaf, each bud and bloom, even the cracks in the bark, everything lit up.

And the fruit! The Lumenfig, a pale, waxy fruit about the size of a large fig, with skin that you're pretty sure was pearl white, but now looks faint gold. The inside, dense and honey-dark, segmented like a small pomegranate, each seed encased in a translucent membrane that catches the light and holds on to it for a moment before releasing it as a faint glow. A smell of petrichor with underlying floral notes, a taste that begins bright and sharp like an underripe pear, continues through a slight and brief honey sweetness, and ends cool like a refreshing cup of ice water.

The swale is dry now. Has been for three years. The tree stands the same as ever, straight and tall, but dark. No blossoms, no fruit, no light. Ask anyone in town about it and they'll reminisce the way people do about the best day of their lives. Three years, the swale has dried up, the grass has died, leaving only cracked mud in its place. There has been no drought, the rainy season came and went as wet as ever, but the swale just... isn't itself.

---

This is a prompt, not a finished side-quest. Drop it in your adventure, and see what your players do with it. Possible reasons behind the story include:

* The swale's underground water source has been blocked by a collapsed aquifer or new construction upstream.
* Something has nested in the tree and is feeding off of its energy.
* The tree knows something is coming and has gone dark deliberately.
* Somebody has figured out how to harvest the light or the fruit, has been doing so in secret, and has over-harvested, killing the tree slowly.
---
#dnd #DungeonsAndDragons #TTRPG #DMTools #Homebrew #unearthedarcana #sidequest #Worldbuilding

There exists a swale, a shallow dip in the ground, a low run between owned plots of land, about 30 feet wide, twice as long, and 3 feet deep. This swale contains a single, elderly tree, massive in girth and standing unfailingly straight and unbelievably tall.

During the rainy season, the swale fills with rainwater. Up and down the water level goes, collecting rain and evaporating away. When the swale overflows, the tree blossoms, blooms, and fruits. It's like a laser-light show, even during the day, each little flower, each leaf, each bud and bloom, even the cracks in the bark, everything lit up.

And the fruit! The Lumenfig, a pale, waxy fruit about the size of a large fig, with skin that you're pretty sure was pearl white, but now looks faint gold. The inside, dense and honey-dark, segmented like a small pomegranate, each seed encased in a translucent membrane that catches the light and holds on to it for a moment before releasing it as a faint glow. A smell of petrichor with underlying floral notes, a taste that begins bright and sharp like an underripe pear, continues through a slight and brief honey sweetness, and ends cool like a refreshing cup of ice water.

The swale is dry now. Has been for three years. The tree stands the same as ever, straight and tall, but dark. No blossoms, no fruit, no light. Ask anyone in town about it and they'll reminisce the way people do about the best day of their lives. Three years, the swale has dried up, the grass has died, leaving only cracked mud in its place. There has been no drought, the rainy season came and went as wet as ever, but the swale just... isn't itself.

---

This is a prompt, not a finished side-quest. Drop it in your adventure, and see what your players do with it. Possible reasons behind the story include:

* The swale's underground water source has been blocked by a collapsed aquifer or new construction upstream.
* Something has nested in the tree and is feeding off of its energy.
* The tree knows something is coming and has gone dark deliberately.
* Somebody has figured out how to harvest the light or the fruit, has been doing so in secret, and has over-harvested, killing the tree slowly.
---
#dnd #DungeonsAndDragons #TTRPG #DMTools #Homebrew #unearthedarcana #sidequest #Worldbuilding

Meet Fat Man and Little Boy.

You'll meet them at a bad inn or a good road, depending on your
luck, and they will immediately be too much. Fat Man laughs
before the joke lands and Little Boy finishes it before Fat Man
can, and somewhere in the middle of all that noise you'll
decide they're harmless. Most people do.

Fat Man is broad and round and warm in the way of a hearth that
doesn't know it's burning too hot. He gestures when he talks,
which is always, and he has a laugh that arrives several seconds
before anything funny happens. Little Boy is long and narrow and
still, and watches everything with the patient attention of
someone who has learned that the world reveals itself if you
wait. They have been together long enough that their sentences
are a single thing split between two mouths.

They're carrying something. They don't know what it is -- not
really. They were paid to move it, told it was fragile, told not
to open it, and they haven't, because they are, despite
everything, professionals. It is fragile. It is also the reason
the next three sessions go the way they do. By the time you
understand what they had, you will have already decided you
liked them. That's the point. That was always the point.

---

Fat Man and Little Boy are comic NPCs built for early placement
and long shadow -- loud enough to dismiss, warm enough to trust,
and load-bearing in ways the party won't clock until it's loud.
Fat Man runs high Charisma and low Wisdom, all impulse and
infectious energy, a natural distraction. Little Boy is his
complement: high Perception, low everything the party might
think to check. Together they function as a delivery mechanism
for a plot device neither of them understands, and as a quiet
argument that the most dangerous things in a campaign are the
ones that make you smile first.

#iTA #isThisAnything #DnD #TTRPG #CharacterIntro #NPC
#Homebrew #ComicRelief #PlotTwist #DungeonMaster #DMTools

Meet Fat Man and Little Boy.

You'll meet them at a bad inn or a good road, depending on your
luck, and they will immediately be too much. Fat Man laughs
before the joke lands and Little Boy finishes it before Fat Man
can, and somewhere in the middle of all that noise you'll
decide they're harmless. Most people do.

Fat Man is broad and round and warm in the way of a hearth that
doesn't know it's burning too hot. He gestures when he talks,
which is always, and he has a laugh that arrives several seconds
before anything funny happens. Little Boy is long and narrow and
still, and watches everything with the patient attention of
someone who has learned that the world reveals itself if you
wait. They have been together long enough that their sentences
are a single thing split between two mouths.

They're carrying something. They don't know what it is -- not
really. They were paid to move it, told it was fragile, told not
to open it, and they haven't, because they are, despite
everything, professionals. It is fragile. It is also the reason
the next three sessions go the way they do. By the time you
understand what they had, you will have already decided you
liked them. That's the point. That was always the point.

---

Fat Man and Little Boy are comic NPCs built for early placement
and long shadow -- loud enough to dismiss, warm enough to trust,
and load-bearing in ways the party won't clock until it's loud.
Fat Man runs high Charisma and low Wisdom, all impulse and
infectious energy, a natural distraction. Little Boy is his
complement: high Perception, low everything the party might
think to check. Together they function as a delivery mechanism
for a plot device neither of them understands, and as a quiet
argument that the most dangerous things in a campaign are the
ones that make you smile first.

#iTA #isThisAnything #DnD #TTRPG #CharacterIntro #NPC
#Homebrew #ComicRelief #PlotTwist #DungeonMaster #DMTools

Meet Fat Man and Little Boy.

You'll meet them at a bad inn or a good road, depending on your
luck, and they will immediately be too much. Fat Man laughs
before the joke lands and Little Boy finishes it before Fat Man
can, and somewhere in the middle of all that noise you'll
decide they're harmless. Most people do.

Fat Man is broad and round and warm in the way of a hearth that
doesn't know it's burning too hot. He gestures when he talks,
which is always, and he has a laugh that arrives several seconds
before anything funny happens. Little Boy is long and narrow and
still, and watches everything with the patient attention of
someone who has learned that the world reveals itself if you
wait. They have been together long enough that their sentences
are a single thing split between two mouths.

They're carrying something. They don't know what it is -- not
really. They were paid to move it, told it was fragile, told not
to open it, and they haven't, because they are, despite
everything, professionals. It is fragile. It is also the reason
the next three sessions go the way they do. By the time you
understand what they had, you will have already decided you
liked them. That's the point. That was always the point.

---

Fat Man and Little Boy are comic NPCs built for early placement
and long shadow -- loud enough to dismiss, warm enough to trust,
and load-bearing in ways the party won't clock until it's loud.
Fat Man runs high Charisma and low Wisdom, all impulse and
infectious energy, a natural distraction. Little Boy is his
complement: high Perception, low everything the party might
think to check. Together they function as a delivery mechanism
for a plot device neither of them understands, and as a quiet
argument that the most dangerous things in a campaign are the
ones that make you smile first.

#iTA #isThisAnything #DnD #TTRPG #CharacterIntro #NPC
#Homebrew #ComicRelief #PlotTwist #DungeonMaster #DMTools

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Watabou contains an awesome collection of generators that create great-looking city and town maps. After generating a map, right-click on it to reveal map-specfic options & spawn a new one.

Need a insta-building or dungeon? They have those too. #TTRPG #GMPrep #DMPrep #DMTools

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Watabou contains an awesome collection of generators that create great-looking city and town maps. After generating a map, right-click on it to reveal map-specfic options & spawn a new one.

Need a insta-building or dungeon? They have those too. #TTRPG #GMPrep #DMPrep #DMTools

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Watabou contains an awesome collection of generators that create great-looking city and town maps. After generating a map, right-click on it to reveal map-specfic options & spawn a new one.

Need a insta-building or dungeon? They have those too. #TTRPG #GMPrep #DMPrep #DMTools

watabou.itch.io/

Watabou contains an awesome collection of generators that create great-looking city and town maps. After generating a map, right-click on it to reveal map-specfic options & spawn a new one.

Need a insta-building or dungeon? They have those too. #TTRPG #GMPrep #DMPrep #DMTools

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I've been seeing a lot more tools emerging for building maps these days. Dungeondraft has been my go to for a while, but I recently saw a recommendation for Canvas of Kings. Any others I should check out? #MapsMaking #GMTools #DMTools

I've been seeing a lot more tools emerging for building maps these days. Dungeondraft has been my go to for a while, but I recently saw a recommendation for Canvas of Kings. Any others I should check out? #MapsMaking #GMTools #DMTools

I've been seeing a lot more tools emerging for building maps these days. Dungeondraft has been my go to for a while, but I recently saw a recommendation for Canvas of Kings. Any others I should check out? #MapsMaking #GMTools #DMTools

I've been seeing a lot more tools emerging for building maps these days. Dungeondraft has been my go to for a while, but I recently saw a recommendation for Canvas of Kings. Any others I should check out? #MapsMaking #GMTools #DMTools

I've been seeing a lot more tools emerging for building maps these days. Dungeondraft has been my go to for a while, but I recently saw a recommendation for Canvas of Kings. Any others I should check out? #MapsMaking #GMTools #DMTools

Dungeon Alchemist for quick dungeons, Dungeondraft for bigger dungeons, Campaign Creator 3+ for "holy cow what have I gotten myself into???" moments. #DMTools #DnD :dnd:

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Dungeon Alchemist for quick dungeons, Dungeondraft for bigger dungeons, Campaign Creator 3+ for "holy cow what have I gotten myself into???" moments. #DMTools #DnD :dnd:

Dungeon Alchemist for quick dungeons, Dungeondraft for bigger dungeons, Campaign Creator 3+ for "holy cow what have I gotten myself into???" moments. #DMTools #DnD :dnd:

Dungeon Alchemist for quick dungeons, Dungeondraft for bigger dungeons, Campaign Creator 3+ for "holy cow what have I gotten myself into???" moments. #DMTools #DnD :dnd: