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A young dragon's egg hatches under a village, and its wyrmling begs the party to protect it from cultists.

The village reeve has vanished into the salt marshes. A haunted lighthouse, a smugglers' cove, and an ancient tide-elemental await.

A cathedral's choir sings a song that opens a door to another plane. Someone is on the other side calling home.

A dying priest begs the party to retrieve a stolen reliquary from cultists holed up in an abandoned observatory.

A werewolf pack signs a truce with a farming town — but someone is breaking the pact from the inside.

Ancient dwarven bells ring under the city's foundations. Whoever wakes them wakes what they were built to warn about.

A retired banker's country manor has developed a hallway that isn't on any blueprint. The investigators are invited for the weekend.

A radio station broadcasts a signal that only children can hear. The signal is coming from Room 214.

A midwestern town drained its river for the first time in 80 years. Beneath the silt, something wearing a wedding ring that predates the dam.

A street-side noodle vendor's AI has developed a soul. Three corporations want to buy her. She wants to run.

A netrunner's dying request: dive into a decommissioned corporate NET and bring back what they left behind.

A gang war has trapped a pop idol in the wrong neighborhood on the wrong night. The party has 4 hours to get her out alive.

A rival Kindred's ghouls are killing mortals under the coterie's Domain — and framing them for it.

A trendy Michelin-starred restaurant is quietly feeding on its regulars. The Camarilla wants it stopped without breaking Masquerade.

An Elysium ends in a locked-room murder. Nobody can leave until the killer is named — and the sun rises in six hours.

Vault 41 is throwing an anniversary party. The overseer has been dead for six years. The party has been running on autopilot ever since.

A slaver caravan meets a Brotherhood scout patrol at the same rest stop. Both hire you. Both are lying.

A rad-storm strands the party at an abandoned Red Rocket. Something in the basement has been waiting for a storm.

A dying pilot begs the party to deliver a datachip 'to my daughter, on the mining moon.' The chip is broadcasting a distress beacon.

A high-stakes sabacc game on a bulk freighter turns into a hostage crisis when someone at the table cheats a crime lord.

A routine cargo run. The crate in Bay Seven is thumping. It wasn't in the manifest. The client just went dark on comms.

A chapel in the woods sings in the voices of the missing. The village children stopped going near it two weeks ago.

A dying ember-sprite has been sealed in a glass lantern and paraded through six towns. The seventh town wants to smash the glass.

A troll under the bridge is charging a toll only in memories. The wagons piling up are getting angry.

The Ministry of Preservation keeps a ledger of every ghost in the city. Steal a page.

A blind auction. Six lots. One is a bound demon in a locket. The crew has been paid to make sure a specific bidder loses.

The Leviathan Hunters are docking at Nightmarket. Someone paid the crew to make sure a specific hunter never steps off the ship.

An interstellar spaceport terminal is drifting between realities. The party has to get everyone out before it lands somewhere it can't leave.

A rival has hired the players to steal a signed confession before it reaches the Cardinal. The confession is in the confessor's hand and he's on the road.

An exhibit of forgeries is real, and one of the docents knows it. Get to them before the museum finds out.

Someone lit a signal fire out on the flats. Nobody's supposed to know what that means anymore. The party rides out.

A wolf that speaks in the voice of a dead debtor is knocking on doors in Redhollow. It wants what it's owed.

Something's been eating truckers on I-90 between exits 41 and 44. Only at 3 AM. Only in the fog.

A pantry cut into a sea cliff. The salt-king who filled it is still there, still hungry, still counting his stores.

The village's gallows-hill has cracked open. Below: three levels of debtor's bones, executioner's tools, and the noose that never stopped counting.

A ferry crosses a river that isn't on any map. The passengers on board don't know they're dead. One of them has the party's names.

The ship's cat has stopped eating. The scanner shows one more body on board than the manifest says. The captain is in cryo.

A deep-space refinery's crew has been silent for 34 hours. Cause: unknown. Contract: recover the ledger, not the survivors.

The station's colonists all agreed, together, to stop speaking on the same day. That was six months ago. Payroll wants to know why.

A rat-mutant crime lord has put out a bounty on the party. The bounty poster is a coloring book page.

A kelp forest is glowing purple. The seals won't go near it. Something is running a hatchery down there.

A ninja sleeper cell is running an underground streetwear brand as a front. The season's new hoodie has bio-weapons stitched into the seams.

You are yourselves. It's Day 3 of the outbreak. The neighborhood grocery store has the supplies you need. And 17 walkers between you and the frozen aisle.

Your street has stayed quiet. Everyone else's hasn't. Tonight the noise starts moving toward you.

The emergency broadcast finally admits it doesn't have a plan. It ends with an address. The address is three miles away. It's dark.

Rita's latest putty-scheme is aimed at Angel Grove High's Saturday detention room. The Rangers are the only ones there.

A mysterious ally offers the team a Zord upgrade. The upgrade is real. The ally isn't.

A fan-favorite classic monster returns — bigger, angrier, and inexplicably in love with Bulk.