Normally, you might start a D&D group in a tavern or a prison or a convent. You might connect characters by a lifepath system or a few shared events. Instead, consider rolling on the table below several times for each character before race, class, stats, etc. are determined. The results are life events, things that just happened, or reasons to go adventuring. The effect on your players will probably be a dismayed "WAT", but so it goes.
Side Note: Consider rolling once or twice on this table, then on Bastionland's Failed Careers table.
Alternatively, these events could be inflicted by a Splitter.
Alternatively, use these for NPCs the PCs have encountered. It might explain why they are so weird.
Side Note: entries on this table were taken from The Toast's "How To Tell If You Are In A Novel" series. Normally I try very hard to ensure everything on a table is consistent within a given genre. I didn't bother here. Adapt as needed.
You could use this table as a really dull party game by having people guess which author contributed each entry. I wouldn't bother.
Face Sketches, Thomas Wievegg |
1d500 Backstories and Events Stolen from The Toast
1d500 | Backstory Inflicted |
1 | You spy on people through keyholes and get exactly what you deserve. |
2 | You have been rejected on your wedding night. |
3 | You get made fun of sometimes. It’s hurtful, and you’d do almost anything to teach your tormentors a lesson. Almost. |
4 | You have committed several murders, yet somehow you are also the sanest and most sympathetic person you know. |
5 | You have earned the personal ire of a Witch-king. This ends poorly for you, and everyone in your country. |
6 | Your love has been soiled, and the object symbolizing it tainted, quite tainted! |
7 | Everyone is relieved to learn that your boyfriend is not secretly your brother. He’s not even your cousin. Whew. |
8 | You are a woman who has been described as any of the following: spirited, willful, indifferent, aloof, or outdoorsy. |
9 | You are an unusually supportive roommate with a knack for springing surprise kisses at the worst possible moment. |
10 | You flippantly rejected the romantic proposal of a nice man who had done a lot for you. |
11 | You are beginning to suspect—oh, but it is impossible to believe!—that your twin is not dead at all! |
12 | Your name alliterates with your father’s, your brothers’, and all your immediate male relatives’. |
13 | You find that you are never too busy to tell complete strangers about your all-consuming plans for revenge. |
14 | You have left many men crying. |
15 | Your best friend is decades older than you and mildly forlorn. |
16 | Right now you’re busy getting dressed for a party to which you were pointedly not invited. |
17 | You are the last survivor of your people. |
18 | Your pure and radiant beauty is the worst thing that has ever happened to you. |
19 | Everyone in the neighborhood, including your mother, has ranked you and your sisters in order of hotness. |
20 | Your only friend is a prostitute with a terrible wracking cough, and you have never had anything to eat even once. |
21 | A woman who is not your mother treats you like her own daughter. Your actual mother is dead or ridiculous. |
22 | Occasionally you and your romantic interest go dance in a field with some villagers. |
23 | Your closest companion is a pet lamb named Miranda that you bring with you to church and to bed. |
24 | You are in love with an earnest, loyal young man who adores you, so you’ve decided to marry a dissolute cad. |
25 | You can tell magical creatures apart by their distinctive speech patterns. |
26 | You can assign fearsome properties to even the most mundane objects. |
27 | You are frequently and hilariously confused by homophones. |
28 | The most prominent pieces of furniture in your home are a fainting couch and a large vase of half dead ferns. |
29 | An adventure has gone poorly and you and your siblings are once again stuck underground. |
30 | The leading cause of death in your country is dragons. The second leading cause of death is ennui. |
31 | You hate everyone, except for one woman you are incredibly attracted to. She hates you. |
32 | You and your siblings have again endangered the family baby. |
33 | You befriend a band of charming and loyal pirates. |
34 | Every time you see an unfamiliar place—particularly a dark, dank one—you feel the need to explore it. |
35 | You’re just drunk enough to tell the truth, and she’s just drunk enough to like it. |
36 | You have a secret, potentially scandalous alter-ego, such as authoress of smutty literature or highwayman. |
37 | It does not surprise you when animals can talk. It surprises you when they have something sensible to say. |
38 | The sight of gigantic bugs stealing children barely turns your head these days. |
39 | You once tried to have sex with a panther. |
40 | You are a wizard and practice magic. Even tourists who do not speak your language know how this will end: badly for you. |
41 | Your ancestors are all somewhat more alive than usual. |
42 | You once did a kind thing. Someone knows, but will never reveal it. |
43 | You love the girl too much to marry her. Ironical, no? |
44 | You and your husband are having separate affairs and it’s very pragmatic. |
45 | There are three men in your life: one true love, one tempting but rakish acquaintance, and a third distant possibility. |
46 | You are offered a place at university but you don’t show up because you are too ashamed of your boots. |
47 | At least half of the people you know are mad. If you are not yet mad yourself, you are probably well on your way. |
48 | You are wan. So very wan. |
49 | Your past always comes back to haunt you. Also, maybe, a ghost. |
50 | There’s a man in the bed next to you, but at least he’s dead, so you don’t have to worry about making small talk. |
51 | There are but two forms of criminal justice in your town: capital punishment, or a public scolding from the Duke. |
52 | A foreign king takes you into his service, but does not take you seriously. |
53 | You are a younger brother who stands to inherit nothing. |
54 | You long to go on an adventure, but only so long as the adventure is not in any way uncomfortable or inconvenient. |
55 | You and your twenty or so best friends all want to marry the same man. This causes you no problems whatsoever. |
56 | A girl you have only just met tells you a secret, and you despise her for it. |
57 | You are a man. Complicated historical forces have forced you into a marginalized life, possibly one of inadvertent crime. |
58 | You have developed a tortured, nihilistic philosophy all your own over the course of your years at sea. It is terrible. |
59 | A man proposes to you, then to another, lesser woman when you politely spurn him. This delights you to no end. |
60 | Three and a half hours seems like a totally reasonable time to tell a story. |
61 | All you can think about is how goddamn insufferable your presence must be for other people. |
62 | You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. |
63 | You greatly enjoyed spending time in the city with your aunt, who was of dubious morality. |
64 | You feel the need to prove something. |
65 | Your parents are alive, and are preventing you from getting married. You are heartbroken. |
66 | The man you might be divorced from comes back, and you go to bed with him. It’s hot until it’s not, so you kick him out. |
67 | You are a woman, and no good to anybody. |
68 | Your mysterious boyfriend proves to you that you can trust him by taking on your appearance. |
69 | Life is but a series of increasingly dramatic decisions made in the rain. |
70 | Your hair is parted in the middle and braided in a childish style that belies your wickedness. |
71 | All of your happiest childhood memories include your mother convulsively crying. |
72 | You are beginning to suspect that your twin is posing as you about town and exchanging love-tokens with your betrothed. |
73 | You went to a place once. Decades later, you return under very different circumstances. |
74 | You have no real friends, only rivals masquerading as friends who want to steal your lover. |
75 | You have always hated her laugh, high and reedy and boisterous and throbbing with panic. |
76 | Your parents were really hoping for a son instead of a daughter, which is why they named you Brucey. |
77 | You are in love with a beautiful woman with white hands. She cries all the time. |
78 | You are a man. If you’re a woman, you are the love interest of the man, and you are dead. |
79 | You are somehow renowned for your prowess in battle. |
80 | You may live in a ridiculous world full of lies, but you hold fast to the important lies of fairness, mercy, and human dignity. |
81 | You are geographically separated from your spouse, so you may as well sit in a hole until you can be together again. |
82 | Ever since you returned from the North, you take enormous pride in being both unmarried and ugly. |
83 | You never tell anyone anything. |
84 | You have tried to kill yourself, and you have been stymied in the attempt. |
85 | You’re wearing an expensive coat that your wife paid for. You hate her for it. |
86 | You are so over your new husband. |
87 | You are the disappointing son of a cold-hearted woman with thick arms. |
88 | Your father and mother have died at least once in the last year. |
89 | All the animals you know are underfed, black, and vaguely eldritch. They all hate you. |
90 | You have in your possession an envelope of negatives that, if made public, could ruin the rising career of a young starlet. |
91 | You have never danced, not even once, not even in your dreams. |
92 | You lost a hand while escaping from the realm of the Enemy. |
93 | You have been gut-punched within the last 24 hours. You still feel it in your teeth. |
94 | There was a traumatic event in your childhood involving beach caves. |
95 | You successfully defend yourself against accusations of having slept with your lord’s wife. |
96 | You receive word that an old friend is coming to visit. You suspect it’s out of spite, and sneeze voluptuously. |
97 | For the first time in your life, you’re not rich and it feels utterly exotic. |
98 | There are 14 women in your life you call “auntie” and you’re not sure if any of them is actually your Aunt. |
99 | You speak slightly more kindly to people below your station than is strictly necessary. |
100 | You’ve just been hit in the face. You wake up alone, in the dark. It was a lousy party anyhow; you were ready to leave. |
101 | You have sinned, and sinned greatly in the eyes of the world, out of a most desperate love. |
102 | No one understands your suffering. It is unclear whether you are in need of a lord or the Lord. |
103 | You have an incredible amount of homoerotic tension with a beautiful knight. |
104 | You join the priesthood to get over your ex, and end up having sex with her in a church. |
105 | You buy the rumour that your best friend is able to prevent pregnancy through sheer force of will. |
106 | You have interrupted a game of wist to introduce the players to your ward. |
107 | You spy on a charming and beautiful lady in her bedchamber. She coughs. You take this as a sign of her devotion to you. |
108 | You love to talk of nothing. It is the only thing you know anything about. |
109 | You have kept a secret from your daughter that explains her entire life. She dies. |
110 | You recently remodeled something. |
111 | You speak in dialect when you want to connect with your childhood friends, but every word sounds false. |
112 | To you the air here always smells sweet, like honeysuckle and impurity. |
113 | You were exceedingly clever once, but unfortunately none of your friends noticed. |
114 | You have murdered a magical dog for the crime of making you happy. |
115 | After careful consideration, you have decided not to become a Dark Lord. |
116 | Despite having less sexual experience than a house fern, you fall into throes of ecstasy at your first encounter. |
117 | You are young, though you find yourself growing up very quickly. |
118 | You are forced to leave your home and journey in search of something, you know not what. |
119 | The Devil seems like a perfectly reasonable person to ask for advice. |
120 | You are about to break your marriage vows for someone you know to be unworthy of you. |
121 | You never walk. You trudge, lumber, plod, or slog, but you never walk. |
122 | Every time you see your neighbors, the encounters decrease in friendliness and increase in dark foreboding. |
123 | Your only quirk is your pierced ears, which you allowed yourself to get after you got engaged. |
124 | You know your best friend has stopped caring for you, indeed if she ever did. |
125 | A strange man comes to you and asks you to find a sheep, or a woman calls and asks for ten minutes of your time. |
126 | The most genuinely charming male of your acquaintance is actually a woman. |
127 | Your mother is younger than you, or at least appears to be so? |
128 | Your life is a daily reminder that success and survival belong to the deeply unpleasant. |
129 | You have been pronounced a social success by the greatest bitch in Paris. |
130 | Your martyrdom doesn’t go as planned. |
131 | You’re a woman of about thirty years of age who is still beautiful. |
132 | You’ve been sitting in this tavern for hours hoping no one notices your clothes are covered in blood. |
133 | Somebody you have never met has been nursing a grudge against you for years. |
134 | Your younger neighbor is drunk and advising you to marry for money. |
135 | A woman in an absurd hat is being an absolute bitch to you; there is nothing you can do about it. |
136 | You have lost track of your twin again. |
137 | Conveniently, your ex-lover looks enough like his sister that you can transfer your flirtations to her. |
138 | Your only relief is that your father and mother never lived long enough to see you fall so short of your early promise. |
139 | You have a terrible secret. The man you love has an even more terrible secret. |
140 | A mountain is out to get you. |
141 | Your fondest family memories involve the moors, and the faintest sense of dread. |
142 | You wed your husband alongside four other women and their beloveds in a modest quintuple wedding. |
143 | Your friends are fighting for liberty and likely to die. |
144 | At least once each day you stop in a stairwell to clutch the banister and cry out, “My god, how loathsome it all is!” |
145 | You see little blue men. You haven’t been drinking. They are happy to change that for you. |
146 | You are having an affair with a married man. His sister knows, and hates you. |
147 | Your friend picks up the handkerchief that your lady has dropped. You demand retribution for this act of betrayal. |
148 | Everything in your life hinges on a legal trick. |
149 | Your fate was determined by a nursemaid with an unaccountably grand flair for the dramatic. |
150 | Someone you have just met is dying for absolutely no reason. |
151 | You are a beautiful young woman with flashing eyes about to send your lover a terrible letter. |
152 | Everyone looks at you in judgment and scorn. |
153 | You allow your daughter to become educated, and this causes great trouble for everybody. |
154 | You have been careless with something priceless—your heart. |
155 | You are an older woman with not just a past, but several. |
156 | You once fulfilled an ancient prophecy and overturned gender expectations at the same time. |
157 | If anyone hates you, it’s only because you’re so beautiful. And you can’t help it if you’re beautiful. |
158 | You have a friend who is your complete opposite. If you are quiet and insightful, they are bold and brash. |
159 | You are polite to the point of idiocy; your brother is boorish to the point of brutality. |
160 | A grizzled old priest tunnels into your jail cell and spends eight years teaching you the finer points of political philosophy. |
161 | You have just swept someone a magnificent, yet insolent, leg. |
162 | If you are an adult, you’re most likely a phony, and your intelligence cannot compare to that of your younger peers. |
163 | No matter how bad things get, you can always rely on the fact that no one you know will ever offer to help you. |
164 | There’s a woman you’d like to sleep with, so you decide to tell her an off-putting story about murder, castration, or bestiality. |
165 | Your best friend is a notorious flirt and not as pretty as you. |
166 | Your father's character flaws lead to you becoming betrothed to a man you’ve never met. |
167 | Your nephew is emasculatingly thin, and probably a murderer. |
168 | It isn’t possible to love and to part, though you wish that it was. |
169 | There is a secret in your family, that if you were to find it out, the shock would kill you. |
170 | You discover that you have been flirting with your own brother and think, eh. I could do worse. |
171 | Much of your time is spent writing long, abusive letters to people you love from places you hate. |
172 | You have a pet that has, at least once, turned into a human being. |
173 | You are a woman and at the age of fifteen, the consciousness of your beauty bursts upon you in a sudden instant. |
174 | Once, you had some illusions about the world, but now they are lost. |
175 | A man once taught you how to love by beating you gently with his calloused hands. Now he is dead. |
176 | Your wardrobe is made entirely out of silk, especially your shoes. |
177 | You are over 75 and you hate every person you’ve ever met, or else you’re 14 and you’ve just seen something horrible. |
178 | You will believe literally anything written in a letter. |
179 | A disrespectful maiden becomes your only friend after you kill the man who killed her first boyfriend. |
180 | You suspect your twin is lost at sea. |
181 | Your sister is homely and it pleases you. |
182 | If you ever take to living as you play piano, it will be very exciting indeed. |
183 | The word that best applies to you is scrappy; never, not once, have you given up on someone or something without a fight. |
184 | You like to wear a red hunting hat, but you tend to remove it around people you know. |
185 | You have two first names with an absolute maximum of four syllables. |
186 | People always make fun of your hair. |
187 | Your feelings about peasants are warm, passionate, and a little condescending. |
188 | There is a 50% chance you are married because someone’s father died. |
189 | A beautiful and shallow woman that you hate is your best friend for reasons you cannot explain. |
190 | An old-timer has given you advice; you did not take it. |
191 | You could be cast as a tree nymph in a play about Greek mythology. |
192 | A number of better-established people went way out of their way to help you. You did not show appropriate gratitude. |
193 | You’re always starting things that you can’t seem to finish. |
194 | You have a favorite cow. |
195 | You are a victim of erotolepsy and have been ensnared in a marriage not of your choosing by a manipulative scoundrel. |
196 | A shocking marriage of convenience takes place within your social circle. |
197 | You’ve often laughed out of indifference, contempt, or spite, but not once out of joy. |
198 | You have had bottles of wine opened with a sword for him more than three times. |
199 | You are amazed to discover your long-lost brother in an unruly mob, but he does not want you to recognize him. |
200 | Your deepest secret is already known by the one person you are most invested in keeping it from. |
201 | You are blind in one eye. Just to be safe, you have killed everyone. |
202 | Your patience is wearing thinner than your mustache. |
203 | If only someone would die, you’d get everything you’ve ever wanted. |
204 | You’re having an affair and it’s terrible. |
205 | Everyone you hate understands you perfectly. |
206 | If you had to pick your greatest skill, it would probably be lying. |
207 | Most of your problems have probably been caused by prideful boasting or Vikings. |
208 | It’s not that wouldn’t murder your wife—it’s just that you wouldn’t bludgeon her with a statue. |
209 | You keep a photo on your mantel that proves your guilt in a capital crime. |
210 | You are crippled by gambling debts, but that hasn’t stopped you from spending every penny you have buying brandy. |
211 | Someone is describing a horrific injury in immense detail, and you are delighted. |
212 | You fell down the stairs, dramatically. |
213 | You are either ruddy, stout, or flint-eyed. |
214 | The further south you go, the more firmly the North becomes fixed in your heart. |
215 | You long to escape to the seaside. |
216 | You feel you must prove your worth by stabbing something terrifying. |
217 | You remain chaste throughout a series of tribulations and are rewarded with a husband whom you have never met. |
218 | A man confuses your expression in the middle of an argument for that of an expression of love. Later, you marry him. |
219 | You are indifferent to the murder you’ve just committed. |
220 | You’ve run out of wine. |
221 | You could not succeed in seducing your maid if your life depended on it. |
222 | You have literally run off with a goat. |
223 | You tend to dismiss odd noises, prophetic ramblings of mad men, and the death of small animals en masse with a shrug. |
224 | You’ve become so worried about The Great Schism that you’ve developed brain fever. |
225 | The adults in your life keep information about you, your family, and your current circumstances a secret from you. |
226 | You have nothing more than a passing interest in the paranormal. And why would you? |
227 | You had a best friend once. Now they are your greatest rival. |
228 | You are the beautiful only daughter of an invalid. |
229 | You have big dreams, but no skills to speak of. |
230 | You are an incorrigible womanize. You are squandering your sizeable inheritance on loose women and card tables. |
231 | You have a dream vision. There is absolutely no symbolism involved. |
232 | You are an unusually helpful lady-in-waiting. Your gaze lingers for no appreciable reason. |
233 | You are blackmailing a powerful but shady man. |
234 | You chew at your lip to show you are full of thought or lust. |
235 | Your father is absolutely terrible with money. No one has ever told him this. |
236 | You tend to ramble and have a habit of painstakingly describing everything and everyone around you. |
237 | No matter how many life-threatening situations you find yourself thrust into, you refuse to change your behavior. |
238 | A wizard has roped you into a quest because one of your ancestors invented golf. |
239 | You have forsworn your life of piracy for an unreciprocated romantic friendship with a tender lord. |
240 | You went to the beach once and now you can’t stop thinking about the Sea. |
241 | The current feud in which you are embroiled seems likely to be resolved by prodding a blindfolded horse off a cliff. |
242 | There is lace at your throat and wrists and disdain in your eyes and heart. |
243 | You love a prostitute with your whole heart but you respect her too much to touch her, talk to her, or learn her name. |
244 | You stand at the extreme verge of gentility. |
245 | In this random and absurd world, your only consolations are sex, philosophy, and puns. |
246 | You have shed aliases like the layers of an onion. |
247 | Shadows make you anxious, and you avoid them just in case they are concealing someone who means you ill. |
248 | Someone is crushing your spirit. You try as hard as you can not to inconvenience them while they do it. |
249 | You are a beautiful, demure widow. |
250 | For the last several years, you have been pretending to be blind and/or deaf in order to cause pain to a woman in your life. |
251 | You are ridiculously talented at one very specific thing. |
252 | You change your name and grow some facial hair– you are now unrecognizable to all your old friends and acquaintances. |
253 | The magistrate’s daughter is promised to another. You despair. |
254 | You once did a terrible thing. Someone knows, but will not reveal it. |
255 | Your enemy has made a miniature wood-carving of you being sodomized and nobody asks him why. |
256 | You were weak once, long ago, in a land where the sun shone. Now everyone you know is dead. |
257 | You are a woman and a young man declares his interest in you by staring at you in a public place. You find this charming. |
258 | Chances are good that you were poor, abandoned, or suffered a devastating loss in your childhood. Maybe all three. |
259 | You self-identify as a henchman. |
260 | All of your pets seem to hate you. |
261 | Someone trusted you to post a letter that may or may not contain high treason. |
262 | If only there were some way – some hope – if only someday you might forget! |
263 | You had to learn the hard way not to follow the lights in the marsh. |
264 | You come from great wealth, but it doesn’t help the ennui. |
265 | You have one friend; he is thirty years old and does business with your father and you are going to marry him someday. |
266 | You are supposed to be some sort of Asian, you think, and this fact makes everyone just a little bit uncomfortable. |
267 | You are being pursued by a bear. |
268 | You created a mythology around your family that was three parts exaggeration and one part straight up lies. |
269 | Someone you know has died in a tragic and semi-ironic manner that was so very appropriate to their personality. |
270 | The people of your house are dead and you are living a desperate existence as an outlaw. |
271 | Woe betide anyone who tries to fuck with your ponies. |
272 | Your married girlfriend gave you a dead bird as a token of her neverending love for you. You carry it with you always. |
273 | You are the beloved of many shepherdesses. |
274 | You deliver both insults and speeches exclusively in tight alliterative verse. |
275 | God’s grace descended upon you once, in the form of an gigantic, murderous war eagle. |
276 | The ladies who had once closed their ranks to you on suspicion of your base birth now rush to celebrate you. |
277 | You are poor now. So very poor. |
278 | No one at this decadent court suspects you of being what you really are – sincere. |
279 | Someone disagreeable tries to persuade you to join a game of cards. |
280 | You have escaped disaster, and things have for the most part ended well, and yet you cannot shake a sense of dread. |
281 | You’re kind of a paranoiac in reverse — you suspect people are plotting to make you happy. |
282 | You plan to treat the injuries with nothing but a rag soaked in vinegar and water. |
283 | Your mother has taken a false name and hidden herself from you. You will never question or complain about this decision. |
284 | You are indentured to a temperamental sorcerer. |
285 | You have between two and four siblings with whom you get into jolly and/or dreadful scrapes. They all love eating buns. |
286 | You have an encyclopedic knowledge of the local seabirds because they are your only companions. |
287 | You don’t know where this sidekick came from, but you suppose you’ll keep them around. |
288 | You are being chided by a magical bird. |
289 | Important events in your life are always preceded by a storm, or at least a stiff wind. |
290 | You don’t have gout but could probably get it in a week if you wanted to. |
291 | You don’t get lucky a lot, although people are constantly hugging you from behind. |
292 | At least one of your front teeth is missing, and you think you look marvelous. |
293 | You have an enemy who claims to love you. You are competent at embroidering, but not accomplished. |
294 | You are a young woman who’s not shy about displaying her intellectual gifts or her perky breasts. |
295 | You have committed many wasteful murders to cover your tracks. |
296 | You are a blonde who is neither icy nor languid, which makes you unclassifiable. |
297 | You say something arch yet generous about another woman both younger and richer than you. |
298 | You have a habit of painstakingly describing the outfits of everyone around you. |
299 | She’s dead now, of course. Isn’t she? Isn’t she? |
300 | You have a maiden aunt who despairs of you. You have a gaggle of sisters of marriageable age and they are all silly. |
301 | You are abroad. The landscape speaks to you in a way that none of the people do. |
302 | Everyone agrees that your best friend is a wicked, but remarkable woman. Only you know just how wicked. |
303 | You are young, yet you know one thing, if you know anything: dragons are dicks. |
304 | You have hastily married someone you know to be unworthy of you. |
305 | You brought your sword and chainmail shirt to a swimming contest. They came in handy. |
306 | You are caught in a storm and contract a violent head-cold. |
307 | Your father is only capable of showing his love for you through fiery murder-suicide attempts. |
308 | Nothing has ever happened to you except one thing, decades ago. |
309 | You are a skeptic, and there is literally no justification for this. |
310 | You have strong opinions about rainscald. |
311 | Your survival hinges on the arrangement of poorly-maintained paths through a remote swamp. |
312 | Your boyish charm and feminine hips have attracted the attention of a wealthy woman and/or a homosexual criminal. |
313 | The love of your life has never once told you the truth, either about his intentions or his identity. |
314 | You are a lady novelist who travels by yourself. |
315 | Your childhood best friend is an emotionally unstable liar. |
316 | You are enduring secondhand heartbreak, which is the best kind of heartbreak. |
317 | You have been betrayed by a base chamberlain. |
318 | A wealthy and influential harridan disapproves of you and makes sure everyone within earshot knows it. |
319 | You’re a shriveled up old maid and you are evil. |
320 | Everyone in the world except for you is sexually repressed. This is the root cause of at least half of your problems. |
321 | You feel an unnameable, shameful aversion to your mother, whose limping gait you are afraid you will come to adopt. |
322 | An older woman pines for you. |
323 | Someone you know has fallen ill. Not melodramatically ill, just interestingly so. |
324 | Your husband has violated the strict moral code around which you have organized your life. |
325 | You’re only seventeen, but the right side of your head is covered in millions of little gray hairs. |
326 | Everybody in town knows more about your family history than you do. |
327 | You are a successful playwright in the prime of his life. Naturally, women love it when you mansplain to them. |
328 | You would seriously never kiss anyone if not for your clumsiness/bad luck/generally poor sense of direction. |
329 | You strike a bargain with an impossibly malevolent spider demon. This ends poorly for you. |
330 | Your father is hilariously witty, but prone to frightening rages. |
331 | You think nothing of contracting inheritable life debts with villains. |
332 | Though history may deem you a nobody, you are acquainted with everybody who’s anybody. |
333 | Gentlemen are always falling prey to the irresistible way in which you arrange your skirts. |
334 | You can no longer delight in any of life’s joys, not even whores. |
335 | You are a pagan, and this is very sad. |
336 | You are slightly less posh than the family you married into. |
337 | It is easy for you to sympathize at a distance. |
338 | She wanted you to love her more than you loved that first drink in the morning and so she had to go. |
339 | You walk home with a man you have only known for six months from church and catch a cold as a result of your moral laxity. |
340 | You are a political man engaged in a rather complicated relationship with your much older mentor. |
341 | You will never escape your childhood. |
342 | Your name is Derace, Orfamay, Moose, or Rusty, but you’ve asked to please be called Steelgrave. |
343 | Your “Pre-Pubescent Boy” disguise is having the unnerving effect of attracting many ladies. |
344 | You’ve been standing in the snow for hours now, just waiting to say something really cutting to a bureaucrat. |
345 | The only thing you really know about life is that, no matter the meaning of the next, love is the meaning of this one. |
346 | Your exhaustive knowledge of whimsical riddles has saved your life on multiple occasions. |
347 | You are not an orphan, but have just said that you are to a man who is altogether too interested in this fact. |
348 | In a dirty business, you have kept your hands clean. Almost. |
349 | You’d murder your father without blinking an eye, but you’re moved to tears by the sight of a peasant boy kicking a horse. |
350 | All the ingenues at court are simply wild about you. You could not be more indifferent. Also, your name is Hugh. |
351 | Everyone you have ever loved, been related to, or looked at flirtatiously during the summer parliament has died in a feud. |
352 | You have one dream, and it is very small, and everyone around you wants to crush it. |
353 | What man will ever marry you now that you’ve cast your virtue away on the transitory caresses of a rake? |
354 | You comb your hair publicly. |
355 | Your mother and father are both alive, but you keep thinking of them in the past tense. |
356 | You’re having an affair and your husband throws a dead bird at you, bloodying your breasts, to let you know that he knows. |
357 | You are either a virgin or a sad and lovely widow whose husband was lost at sea. You are spirited, but still passing ladylike. |
358 | In your youth, you had one bosom friend. You devote the better part of your adult life to making him miserable. |
359 | An improbable plot device leads to you sharing a bed with a rogue. |
360 | Your wife and your mistress have either never met, or they are best friends. |
361 | You are a human being that has, at least once, turned into a pet. |
362 | Groups of children unnerve you in a way you cannot define. |
363 | You find the sun disappointing and the moon insipid. When you were young, the world was lit only by the stars. |
364 | Your mother is ever so slightly insane. |
365 | You have managed to convince your husband you were not cheating on him by showing him a bathtub. |
366 | You think you have had a revelation. In reality, you have gotten yourself in a muddle, and later it makes you miserable. |
367 | You thought you were the cat in this particular game; in fact you have always been the mouse. |
368 | You are driven by a single, indiscernible desire. |
369 | You are a man. You have soft hands, and you went to college, and you are useless. |
370 | You dream of a contemplative life in a monastery. |
371 | You sleep feverishly or not at all. |
372 | Your headstrong offspring refuses to obey you. You despair. |
373 | No fewer than five different shamans have uttered prophecies about each member of your complicated love polygon. |
374 | You are relieved when your husband announces he is leaving you, but this relief is too inconsequential to speak of. |
375 | You have made out with a handkerchief belonging to an old man. |
376 | You can only fall in love at the command of a dying deer. |
377 | You’ve seen a ghost once or twice, but neither time were you particularly impressed. |
378 | An elderly woman, known for her second-sight, gives you specific instructions to avoid being murdered. |
379 | You’re having an affair and it’s wonderful. |
380 | You have become exceedingly ashamed of what your conduct has been. |
381 | The only thing flashing more violently than the diamond pin on your lavender greatcoat are your eyes! |
382 | You have been left alone to face social consequences despite your intrinsic goodness. |
383 | You don’t believe her story or her money, but you believe those legs. |
384 | You attempt to befriend someone slightly above or slightly below your social station and are soundly punished for it. |
385 | You’ve met an aristocrat who is about to change everything for you. |
386 | You have no legs and your name is alliterative. |
387 | There’s a woman in the room that you trust about as far as you’d trust a snake. But like all snakes, she can be charmed. |
388 | A fever has led you to believe you are married to your cousin, who may or may not be trying to poison you. |
389 | Your hat is tilted at a particular angle that suggests both your fastidiousness and duplicity. |
390 | To your deep shame and embarrassment, you — in your youth — played the viola. |
391 | A grove of trees reminds you of the woman you love. |
392 | Something dreadful happened at the rest stop. |
393 | Olives and wax: you never go anywhere without ’em. |
394 | You are a powerful but shady man being blackmailed. |
395 | If someone upsets you during a meal, you slide silently to the floor and remain under the table. |
396 | You speak in cryptic sentence fragments whenever the need arises. |
397 | You go wandering somewhere very cold, and almost freeze to death, but are saved by the arrival of a crew of explorers. |
398 | You have always wanted to meet elves, and when you finally do, they are intolerably silly. |
399 | Your greatest joy is exchanging barbs with the Steward. |
400 | You are a horribly disfigured man with a vendetta against society. |
401 | You spend hours ranting about how the fairer sex cannot be trusted, yet you have never been faithful to anyone. |
402 | So you met your soul mate at age ten, who doesn’t? |
403 | You never fall in love. Do you have any idea how rare this is? |
404 | There is scandalous gossip about you. All of it is true. |
405 | Your entire family is stunningly average, aside from one eccentric relative who’s always up to something kooky. |
406 | You paid dearly for your laceratingly funny insult to a powerful man. |
407 | A Dark Lord fancies your jewelry. |
408 | You spent hours in the chicken house learning to do an exact imitation of a hen’s expression when it lays an egg. |
409 | A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible. |
410 | You are very happy, but there is a fearful trembling in the ground and in your heart. |
411 | You are incredibly good at describing any room you are currently in. You do not know how to describe emotions. |
412 | The highest compliment you can pay a woman is to not sleep with her. |
413 | Your mother was a fairy, or dead, or had a magic ring, or French, or a lion some of the time, or something. |
414 | You can’t shake your inherent distrust of inanimate objects. You have your reasons. |
415 | You have enraged a family of wizards, who like to stand on your roof and sing all night. |
416 | Shrill violins do not bother you. |
417 | You have angered a tree. This ends poorly for you. |
418 | Your gaze is like the driving rain: hard and unyielding, chilly and bitter, and probably liable to cause consumption. |
419 | You have a very muted reaction to losing your limbs. |
420 | Your younger sibling is a real thorn in your side, but secretly, you value them above all else. |
421 | You and your cousins once beat a man to death over a piece of driftwood. |
422 | Your greatest wish is to someday see the ocean or have a pair of shoes you can call your very own. |
423 | You never kiss the women you trust, and vice versa. |
424 | You twirl your mustache disdainfully, enchanted by your own wit. |
425 | A chance meeting with a noble stranger has destabilized your conception of the world. |
426 | You make a terrible decision, fueled by the effects of alcohol, that casts an unremitting pall over the rest of your days. |
427 | You are probably not over the age of twenty-five. You may even be under ten. |
428 | One of your children is crushed to death by a humongous helmet on the day of their wedding. |
429 | You have to talk some sense into this violent, impoverished stranger you met on a footbridge. |
430 | You are being driven slowly but inexorably mad by a society determined to crush your spirit while smiling blandly. |
431 | You don’t have any bad qualities at all, unlike some people. |
432 | Is it just you, or is your young ward suddenly looking irresistible? |
433 | A woman of ill repute has hidden herself in the rooms of a noted dandy. You have never heard of anything so shocking. |
434 | You have never known one or both of your parents, but through a series of mishaps, at least one of them reappears. |
435 | You’re loudly criticizing a dangerous man, and he respects you for it. |
436 | You have perfectly floppy hair. |
437 | Your celestial imperiousness, love, wrath, and fervor had are thrown away on your milksop of a husband. |
438 | You regularly attend dinner parties where each guest tells one carefully crafted and eerily perfect short story. |
439 | It is as old as the hills! Old, older, oldest! It is as old as the hills, and it has turned its eyes upon you! |
440 | You realize that you have mistakenly agreed to marry a man who reminds you of a windowless drawing room. |
441 | You are in love with your cousin. |
442 | You dislike washing yourself, and dogs, and noise. |
443 | Yours is a still and terrible fury that cannot possibly be tamed. |
444 | You never bleed; the only time you did, the blood that fell from your wound arranged into the shape of your wife’s face. |
445 | A close relative was horribly disfigured in a hunting accident. Everyone agrees she had it coming. |
446 | You are being horrible to a blood relative. They drop dead. |
447 | You discover you have a half-brother. You resent him for being stronger and healthier. |
448 | Your husband was completely unsatisfactory. |
449 | You have been recently aghast. |
450 | You are a mother and, in a moment of despair, exclaim that you would die for your child. Society takes you up on the offer. |
451 | The bees are buzzing in the garden, and something small and magical is rather indignant with you. |
452 | A member of the aristocracy once condescended to give you some advice. |
453 | You are plotting a “bed trick” with your waiting gentlewoman. |
454 | You drink to forget. You’re so successful at it, you no longer remember what it is you wanted to forget in the first place. |
455 | You have started a bloody multi-generational feud by stealing cheese. |
456 | You have a mystical connection with nature that makes your horrible, undeserved death all the more tragic. |
457 | Everything has been resolved in the bleakest way possible. Your only hope is that you will take this secret to the grave. |
458 | You loved the house more than you ever loved him. You know that now, at the last. |
459 | Literally ten hundred men are in love with you, so fresh and unused to the cynical methods of court. |
460 | As a child, you found yourself in a near constant state of existential threat, often caused by your parents’ party guests. |
461 | You are adept at recognizing handwriting. |
462 | You have a love/hate relationship with a grotesquely malformed creature that you are repulsed by, but also pity. |
463 | You are arranged to be married to someone sickly. |
464 | An army captain has insulted you and so you will drink yourself to death to have revenge on him. |
465 | You are a brilliant and high-spirited woman, and therefore you are doomed to a tragically early death. |
466 | You have just been walking in the rain, and everyone who raised you is dead, and you are glad. |
467 | You begin all adventures by donning your “going-out things.” |
468 | Someone puts your most embarrassing secret into their novel as a fictional event. You are angry, but can never tell why. |
469 | You enjoy composing cruel poems to make your sisters cry. |
470 | A sweet, poor girl is desperately in love with you, and you neither appreciate nor deserve her. |
471 | You could be cast as a background character in an Agatha Christie adaptation. |
472 | You draw horrifying shipwrecks and lightning-ruined oak trees in your spare time. |
473 | Your friends are a terrible influence. |
474 | Orcs are chasing you, but this does not bother you nearly as much as the inadequate breakfast you had earlier today. |
475 | Incriminating letters never seem to be right where you left them. |
476 | It is easier for you to be attracted to people when their class is indistinguishable. |
477 | A murder happens somewhere in your social circle. You carry on, more or less as you always have. |
478 | You watch helplessly as your little sister falls into the arms of a wicked man. |
479 | Your personal style can best be described as “librarian up to no good.” |
480 | You give off an air of mysteriousness that men find enviable and women find irresistible. |
481 | Literally the only “hiding place” that ever occurs to you is under the master’s bed. |
482 | What appears to be politeness and common decency is fueled by lust. |
483 | A simple misunderstanding in the afternoon leads to three untimely deaths in the evening. |
484 | A dragon has ruined your life. |
485 | Seriously you are obsessed with buns, they play a very big role in your life. |
486 | You've discovered an old document. Most likely a journal, but possibly a map or letters written by a dead family member. |
487 | You’re sad all the time, for no reason (the reason is later revealed to be Secret Gayness). |
488 | All the women you know have died in childbirth. All the children you know are orphans. You are an orphan. |
489 | You have trust issues, but not the kind where you don’t trust anyone; instead, you trust everyone, and way too easily. |
490 | An aging beauty of nearly thirty has pronounced you an original. |
491 | Your grandson wants to live his own life and it is ALL YOUR FAULT. |
492 | You explain metaphors at great length, yet your listeners still do not quite grasp them. |
493 | You are either brusque and indifferent or overly affectionate to dogs. |
494 | You appear extremely agitated. |
495 | As the house burns down around you, your elderly father reflects that fostering his enemy’s son was probably a mistake. |
496 | You are cold, and you are going to die. You find this faintly interesting. |
497 | The love of your life is either your childhood sweetheart or a man you met fifteen seconds ago. |
498 | As an infant, you were very nearly whisked away down a gutter while sitting in an umbrella during a rainstorm. |
499 | You are a woman with graying hair and you still have a sex drive, though you’d never call it that. |
500 | Your enemy is dead in the dust at your feet. Now you are finally free to respect him. |
Side Note: It's nice working with source material that has a sensible gender ratio. Trying to find events in the Byzantium series with women in them who weren't named Eudoxia or Theodora took a while. Trying to find women in the Historia Francorum who weren't murderous crones or pious saints was a challenge.
How do you roll a 1d500?
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d1000 (3 d10s, representing the 1s, 10s, and 100s place), divided by 2, rounding up.
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