Fantasy Plot Hooks

Let's try to get as many plot hooks, settings and stories as we can!

I'll start with one I read somewhere else

"After long milenia of provocation, the Dwarven Empire has finally declared war agianst those uptight Elven bastards. The War machines are coming out of the mountains, the Forests have begun to walk, and so far 11 human kingdoms in the way of the mobolising armies have been wiped out.

This would matter if you were a human, but you're not. You're an ork. While the humies wring their hands and talk about the horrors of war you're being hired by elven taskmasters to poison the Mountain Homes' wells, paid by the Dwarven Elders to burn down the sacred groves, paid by human peasents caught between armies to fight off bandits and deserters.

War is hell, and this is the Last Great War, between the two mightiest empires there have ever been or ever will be. War is hell, but to you're an orc. You were bred for hell."

Let's fucking do this

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The leader of your village is traditionally elected in a pie eating contest - the one who manages to eat the most pies in one go wins. The logic behind that is that a ruler who eats a lot is far more likely to be peaceful and lazy, making for a stress-free life in the village.

You've been coveting this position for many years, because you're secretly deeply in love with the leader's beautiful house, its windows showing a breathtaking view of sheep pastures. Unfortunately, you're the scrawniest man in the village. Desperate for a victory, you visit a forest witch and ask her for a potion of inhuman hunger. The price she asks is too much for you, so you end up stealing the potion. Unbeknownst to you, she notices the loss and curses you.

On the contest day, you drink the potion to ensure your victory. At first, everything goes smoothly, and you eat dozens of pies in one go to everyone's surprise. Unfortunately, the hunger only grows stronger when you run out of pies, and you end up eating the linen tablecloth, a dog and the village's highly prized breeding ram. The latter act appals the villagers, who exile you.

Seeking a cure from the curse, you crawl back to the witch's hut and beg her for forgiveness. She reveals that in order to get rid of monstrous appetite, you would have to consume four extremely rare delicacies: an apple of eternal youth from the gardens of the elven emperor, a truffle of truth grown in the deepest dwarven caves, an experimental GMO artichoke engineered by gnomish biomancers and a sabertooth banana - a sentient fruit that went extinct millennia ago, apart from a single specimen frozen inside an iceberg somewhere in the northern ocean.

With these instructions, you embark on your epic eating quest. As if it wasn't hard enough as it is, your adventure is constantly hampered by fits of monstrous appetite that make you compulsively eat everything edible in sight. Good luck, and try not to gain too much weight!

That's pretty good user, more!

A different character from the same campaign:

Francois, the god of kobolds, is dead, having chocked on a particularly bony sacrificial virgin. But the laws of the universe dictate that divine power can not just disappear, only migrate from one vessel to another. No one is sure how it finds its new vessel and whether or not it's guided by any intelligence in its search. Evidently not, because instead of a mighty paladin or a powerful wizard it chose you, a young dugong farmer in a coastal gnome village.

It happens while you're asleep: one day you simply wake up with knowledge of your newfound divinity. However, your fellow villagers aren't quite eager to believe that a greenhorn farmhand suddenly became a god, especially since you fail to perform even the most elementary miracles. Confused and doubting whether or not your revelation was real at all, you go to the church library, looking for answers.

After some research, you find out that even the mightiest of gods are worth nothing without followers. It's from their belief and sacrifices that they derive their power and divine abilities. But in order to create a successful religion, a god needs a unique domain and three symbols of faith. A creed for his followers to follow, a holy scripture for them to recite, and a holy relic for them to cherish. No matter what's the domain, a god can amass an army of followers if his symbols of faith are good.

While the domain is a no-brainer for you, you're not very good at philosophy, writing or craftsmanship. After some more research, you identify three places where they could help you with the symbols of faith. A city of philosophers who spend their entire time arguing about ethics (without caring to follow their own teachings); an elven colony of poets who dedicate their lives to honing their skill of writing; and a dwarven canton where smiths use rune magic to craft the world's most wondrous artefacts.

May the world tremble before the god of dugong farming!

Stealing the emperor's identity was hilarious at first but the rest of the pantheon were not amused when the emperor's soul arrived in the afterlife. They banished Mendax, Trick Sower, to the mortal realm to atone for his sin. In return Mendax trapped them between worlds. And if that wasn't funny enough he was going to devour the gods of other pantheons one by one. Surely they'd find that funny?

Ancient shitpost mosaics are the best.

That's really fucking fetishy

Two Posters Found on a Street Corner

"TURN BACK THE TIDE OF LAWLESSNESS
The Thieves' Guild is a plague upon our fair city! What YOU accomplish with your own hands, THEY plunder through trickery!
Do not believe their lies and do not assist them.
If you have ANY knowledge of the Thieves' Guild report immediately to the nearest City Guard Barracks, Government Office, or Courthouse.
WE WILL PROTECT YOU.
*anyone housing, concealing, or assisting any thieves, pirates, bandits, or burglars will be hanged by the neck until dead"

"this city is rotten to its core. the guard, the politicians, the merchants, the nobles, they're all guilty of inhumanity. defy the overlords.
we'll find you when you're ready"

We all see ourselves reflected in others... ;D

You're elder brother is a legendary monster hunter. Ever since he left home ten years ago, he has been travelling the continent, fighting dragons, giants, all manner of creatures. In doing so, he has gained himself great fame and fortune. The problem is, he also hasn't been home since he left and his letters, while even initially few and far between, ceased last year. You have finally come of age. Your parents have given you the task of seeking him out and bringing him home, whether he wants to or not.