Today we have a guest blogger, Mia Johnson from Tipsy Badger. She has prepared 20 D&D Quest Ideas for bards.

The children of the surround farmland have been disappearing, some say a satyr play his flute just on the edge of the woods, enticing them to join his dance. Despite the disappearing members and strange accidents happening around the traveling circus, the troupe seeks new headliners for this evening’s show. A haunting melody rouses the party from their sleep to see a ghostly veiled woman drifting towards a pond, beckoning the party with her hand before sinking below the water. Drunken revelry draws the party’s attention to a crowd of townsfolk gathered round a fighting pit, the betting pot valuing a small fortune. The whole town decorated in fresh flowers and summer banners, many walls and posts are littered with fliers detailing a competition on the center stage, winner receives a hefty some of gold and a masterwork instrument by a local craftsman. Many musicians have been disappearing from town, rumor has it a devilish creature stalks through the streets at night with his corpse band chained to his side. A young red dragon with a belled collar around its neck comes bounding through the woods near the party, followed by an out of breath young elf singing an off-key lullaby in an attempt to soothe the beast . The thieves guild has got a big score lined up from a nobles manor, and they’re willing to give the party a cut if a big diversion is made in the market district. After a long evening of celebrating their latest victory, the party finds their pockets and sheaths empty with the vague memory of one of the tavern names that they had visited. The streets are littered with a variety of statues locked in expressions of fear, in the town square large stone beings gather up statues, dragging them towards the keep. A symphony of terrified screams bring the party’s attention to a large troll walking down the city street, peering through doorways and windows looking for someone. Desperate, a baron seeks local performers in an attempt to make his bride to be smile. A woman follows the party wherever they go, claiming to be the bard’s daughter. It is an annual tradition for a musician to enter the catacombs perform a song to soothe the restless dead, with a necromancer claiming the area as his own, no musicians have been willing to enter the dead infested underground, and the deadline is fast approaching. The party stumbles upon a slaughtered caravan, the only survivor, fast asleep among the carnage is a blood covered old man with scars over where his ears should be. As the party approaches, the old man opens his eyes, and a toothy grin spreads across his face as he transforms into a hideous abomination. While building a new addition onto the lord’s manor, the workmen discovered a series of tunnels underneath the household as well as a gray cow-like beast with milky eyes guarding them, at least that’s what the surviving woman claimed to his lordship. A reward has been posted to all the surrounding towns for anyone who can slay the beast. In a run-down tavern, a huntsman recounts finding a carved door surrounded by small shards of glass and other found objects set into a hillside, he swears the door opened a crack when the birds were singing. A neatly written letter is delivered by courier detailing out a plea by a well-renowned songstress, believing someone is going to make an attempt on her life, asks the party to protect her or take her place on stage. When performing in a local tavern, a finely dressed heckler insults the bard’s performance. If confronted, it will be revealed that the heckler is in fact the duke that rules over the surrounding land, and will call for the arrest of the party, and will try to have them run out-of-town. In danger of losing his position as royal court jester, the old fool begs the party to help him perform a simple play of three old maids for his lord. In return, he promises to reward the party his grandfather’s prized possession.

About the Author:

The minute I could pick up a crayon, my parents had to cover the walls with paper to save the walls from my creations. I’ve been fascinated with art, story, film-making and of course Dungeons & Dragons all of my life. I’ve been attending Columbia College Chicago with a major in Cinema Arts & Sciences and minoring in animation to further my love and appreciation for both art and story. I founded the art page Tipsy Badger after finishing a piece for my own D&D game for some extra experience points from my dungeon master. One hairy dwarven maiden pin-up and I was hooked on this genre of art. The traditional hero type I have a harder time connecting with, you’re telling me those huge badonka-honkers don’t have stretch marks anywhere on them? I don’t think so. It’s important these little details, especially in art. Most everyone is going to have sagging bits, or folds, or stretch marks or hair (so much hair). It’s important to be proud of these features, both in-game, in art, and outside of it. If you’re looking for some naked hairy wizards you can find my work at any of the links below.

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