For me, that's an OSR campaign.
It's been a little while since I've run this style of game (maybe two years) but I already have some ideas percolating for this campaign.
Without further ado, here's everything I know about the City that Devours Itself, Ouroboros.
Pablo Genovés |
Playing in the City
The city continually re-imagines and reinterprets its inhabitants, just as it devours and regurgitates itself again and again.
At the beginning of each session, you can re-roll one ability score. You must use the new result. You don't have to roll of course, but come on...
Street Encounters 1
Roll up one of these every time the players travel more than a few blocks.
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Silent woman, making herself known telepathically (though you don’t immediately realize this), offers you a place to rest and a warm meal, her house seems abandoned, she will devour you all, rests after each killing.
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2
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Hawker of cursed and brittle swords, d10 in stock now, but put in a request and he may have what you want next time (the cursed version of course).
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3
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Things posing as humans, most of them passable, trying to lure you near the open sewer with a “business proposition” though they don’t quite know what that is.
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4
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Archery contest with women from a far land, nearly unbeatable, they sucker you into putting down serious money, may have to cheat your way out.
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5
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Living saints, pale and bright, determined to silence you for seeing them beat a beggar to death and feast on his brain matter.
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6
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Blind masons traipsing about town are taking turns at ever-escalating feats of vandalism and outright destruction, and they both want your help overcoming the other.
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7
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Roadwork leads you through an alley, once past a blind turn you see its bricked up, little claws are reaching out of every crack to pull you into the seams between stones, their tiny voices beg you, they are so hungry.
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8
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Defamed alchemist, desperate to restart career, is giving away one random potion for each potion you buy, the random ones are untested and mutagenic.
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9
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Night falls suddenly and the shadow men make themselves known, threatening you without words, stalking you, waiting for the moment to steal your last breath.
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10
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A great parade of lunatics and celebrants, masked and painted, many will ask you to join and make outlandish promises to encourage this, they’re being herded out of the city by the Queen’s men, never to be allowed back inside.
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Canaletto |
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