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<meta charset="UTF-8" />
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<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0" />
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<title>Something Bitter or Melancholic</title>
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<link rel="stylesheet" href="book-page.css" />
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</head>
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<h1>SOMETHING BITTER OR MELANCHOLIC</h1>
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<p>
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Finally, all tense situations and conflict scenes in a natural fantasy
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campaign should have a bitter or melancholic aftertaste. This undertone
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highlights the torment of the antagonists, strengthens the bonds between the
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heroes and those who are in danger, or reiterates how the PCs are facing the
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consequences and paying the price of errors that were committed by the
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people of the past.
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</p>
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<h2>Examples</h2>
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<p>Here are some examples of scenarios implementing this theme:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>
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To defeat the wrathful ice spirits, the Alderman’s daughter decided to
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wield an ancient relic with the power to destroy souls. She too is going
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to forfeit her own, but the clan will survive.
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</li>
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<li>
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The majestic Jade-Horned Lion nourishes the region by cyclically dying and
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being reborn; but his current incarnation became attached to a human
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orphan and rejected death, ultimately turning into a monster.
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</li>
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<li>
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A terrible disease strikes down settlements that surpass a certain
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technological level, or that dig up and activate the Progenitors’
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machines.
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</li>
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<li>
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Cornered by new fishing regulations, the people of a Player Character’s
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native village accepted the thane’s money and allowed his men-at-arms to
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scour the forbidden ruins under the village.
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</li>
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<li>
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The heroes battle a beautiful and titanic plant monstrosity, contaminated
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by the experiments of a careless apprentice witch. The seed was planted by
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a young hunter to commemorate the death of his partner.
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</li>
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<li>
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Crossing the Bone Steppe at night is very dangerous – following the steps
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of the Warthog Goddess, whose wounds bleed continuously, restless spirits
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of animals killed by a now-forgotten Empire possess their own bones and
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assault the living.
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</li>
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<li>
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Born from an egg that hatched centuries after the extinction of her
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species and overwhelmed by desperation, the Magmamoth Queen devoured the
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ancient magic of the forest, until she became a veritable living hive.
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</li>
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</ul>
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<blockquote>
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“I have no doubt that it is necessary.<br />
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I just wish I wasn’t the one to carry this burden.”
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</blockquote>
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