d100 D&D 5e Tavern Rumors & Whispered Secrets

Beneath the weeping willow in the marsh lies a stone trapdoor leading to the flooded catacombs of the Iron King.

Behind the twin falls at Mount Crag, goblins have uncovered an ancient dwarven armory filled with masterwork steel.

They say the monastery bell was forged of pure solid gold and buried in the well—actually, it's cursed lead!

The old green dragon Vermithrax hasn't been seen in thirty winters; some believe it died of old age atop its hoard.

The keeper went mad ten years ago; every full moon, ghostly lanterns guide sunken ghost ships toward the rocks.

Dwarven miners struck a pocket of void crystal that whispers prophecies to anyone who sleeps within 100 feet.

Statues of ancient warriors stand guard in the dead woods, their stone hands clutching real magic weapons.

Legends say his sword glows with holy sunbeam; in truth, it was looted forty years ago by a rogue.

An obsidian tower appears only during eclipse seasons in the center of the salt pan wastes.

Protected by three elemental riddles; anyone who speaks falsehood inside turns instantly to ash.

Wrecked on the jagged reefs with three iron chests of rubies guarded by giant moray eels.

Restless draugr rise at dusk if any gold coin is taken from the central sarcophagus.

An automated gnomish fortress deep underground that continues producing war golems without masters.

Drinking from the silver font cleanses all diseases and curses, but summons a celestial guardian trial.

A bottomless rift in the earth where shadow mastiffs emerge when the sun sets.

Houses a brass telescope that allows the viewer to see events happening in the Astral Plane.

Sealed off two centuries ago; contains vials of distilled primordial panacea and deadly spores.

A necromancer living in the quarry who trades forgotten spells for pristine chimera skeletons.

Locals claim the mountain is filled with gold; it is actually an active magma chamber and fire elemental hive.

Visible beneath the crystal clear bay water at low tide; sea elves trade with brave divers.

A petrified ironwood tree where ancient duelists plunged their blades; pulling one free requires a DC 18 STR check.

Contains mirrors that show where your worst enemy is currently sleeping.

Vats of volatile green slime still bubble in the basement, guarding secret transmutation recipes.

A goblin chieftain in the crags wears a crown that allows him to cast Dominate Monster once per week.

Dropping a silver coin down the well allows you to hear the last words of the last person who died nearby.

Captain Valerie lost 400 gold at the illegal pit fights and is turning a blind eye to docks smuggling.

Master Bruno adds minor powdered dreamleaf to his morning buns to make customers cravenly addicted.

The town mayor slips away disguised as a pauper every Friday night to drink at the waterfront dive bar.

The Silk Guild caravan didn't get ambushed by bandits—the driver staged the theft and fled to the coast.

The healing salves sold at half price are just river mud mixed with peppermint oil and minor prestidigitation.

The scrawny kid pumping the bellows is secretly the runaway son of the Duke of Westfall.

They say she mourns her late husband; in truth, she poisoned him for the insurance gold!

A juvenile otyugh is living in the drainage pipe, eating leftover fish guts and growing dangerously massive.

The silver chalice was taken by the priest's own nephew to pay off gambling debts to the thieves guild.

Two noble sons fought over a lady's favor last night; one was buried in an unmarked grave by dawn.

Old Jasper has been selling fresh corpses to a wizard's courier for 5 gold a cartload.

The quarterly tax wagon leaves town tomorrow with only four guards because of a budget cut.

The owner of "The Blue Flagon" paid a wizard to summon harmless boggarts inside "The Rusty Nail" to scare customers.

A trained owlbear escaped its cage three nights ago and is nesting in the abandoned windmill.

Rumor says guards execute anyone caught after midnight; in truth, they just shake travelers down for bribes.

The wine cellar of this very tavern connects directly to the old smuggling tunnels leading to the river.

Lead coins plated with thin silver leaf are circulating rapidly through the fish market.

A master thief stole the prize hunting gyrfalcon; there is a 100 gold reward for its return unharmed.

Grows rare midnight belladonna and ghost orchid in a hidden glasshouse behind the livery stable.

If you don't tip the ferryman silver, he intentionally bumps the barge on the sandbar to delay your trip.

The tower has no bell, but every third night a phantom chime echoes through the valley.

Vicious rumors say the butcher sells monster meat; in truth, it's just imported highland venison.

The old guild master hid the masterwork plans for the grand bridge inside the base of the town square statue.

Madam Zara predicted the magistrate would choke on a chicken bone—and it happened the next evening!

The High Priestess and the Thieves' Guild Kingpin have been meeting secretly in the rose gardens.

The royal court is using illusion magic to make the aging king appear vibrant while his regents squabble.

Emissaries from Clan Ironfang have arrived in the capital to negotiate a mutual defense treaty against undead.

A shipment of vintage elverwine intended for the coronation feast contains slow-acting drow spider venom.

A common blacksmith in the borderlands possesses the birthmark and signet ring of the true lineage.

Housed in an iron chest beneath the cathedral organ; contains proof of every noble's corruption.

Three eastern barons have signed a secret surrender treaty before the imperial army even crossed the river.

The Court Arch-Mage hasn't been seen in months; his tower is being managed by a simulacrum construct.

A parchment bearing names of forty local guild masters slated for arrest during the harvest festival.

The Iron Vultures have been bribed with 1,000 platinum to switch sides in the upcoming fortress siege.

A shadow monk guild has been hired to strike during the annual Midwinter Masquerade Ball.

The Duke is dressing his own soldiers as outlaws to justify raising draconian regional taxes.

Pirates backed by a rival sovereign have blockaded the southern grain strait to starve the capital.

Political prisoners are held in submerged glass cells where they can only breathe via water-breathing spells.

Rumors say the Inquisitor takes bribes; in reality, he is incorruptible and executing anyone suspected.

The heirs of House Sterling and House Blackwood have eloped to prevent a bloody dynastic war.

A master forger is selling fake noble patents for 200 gold in the port taverns.

Scholars are voting tomorrow whether to classify dangerous blood magic as a capital offense.

Smuggled out of the capital in a hollow barrel of pickled herrings.

Both the Crown Prince and Princess claim the dying Queen named them sole successor on her deathbed.

A paladin of the Silver Order is traveling disguised as a dirty mercenary to investigate cult rumors.

Necromancy and Enchantment spells have been strictly outlawed within city walls under penalty of branding.

Plans for a repeating ballista were sold to goblin engineers in the high mountains.

The exchange is scheduled at midnight on the neutral border bridge; both sides plan an ambush.

All fortress repairs have halted because the guild demands hazard pay against gargoyle attacks.

Rebel factions have stockpiled 500 masterwork crossbows beneath the old grain mill.

When the twin moons turn crimson, the planar rift in the whispering valley will tear open.

A pack of seven werewolves has moved into the pine forest, led by a former paladin who lost his oath.

Sails without wind every misty Tuesday; sailors who look at its black mast lose their memories.

Three green hags are trading wishes for firstborn memories and strands of virgin hair.

Ancient oaks have begun shifting positions at night, blocking woodcutters' wagons and destroying roads.

Victims develop blackened veins and cast two shadows that whisper dark thoughts into their ears.

The tremors felt every dawn are the rhythmic snores of an earth titan buried beneath the bedrock.

Anyone who drinks the water gains telepathy for one hour, but their thoughts are broadcast to all nearby fiends.

A glowing meteor of purple alien star-metal crashed three leagues north; weird aberrant beasts are drawn to it.

One of the five high aldermen was replaced by a shapeshifter three weeks ago after a hunting trip.

A blade stuck in a mound of skulls that hums an eerie lullaby to lure travelers into quicksand.

The ghost of an elven maiden wails at midnight whenever someone in the valley is marked to die.

An inn that exists in three different planes at once; stepping out the back door puts you in the Feywild.

Eight stone statues of looters stand frozen among overgrown grape vines.

A driverless obsidian coach that picks up hitchhikers and delivers them to the Vampire Lord's manor.

A three-headed terror has been preying on sheep and mountain travelers, nesting in an old hermitage.

Gazing into it restores youth for 24 hours, but ages someone you love by five years.

Soldiers who drowned in the river clash every autumn equinox in a silent spectral battle.

On stormy nights, lightning illuminates a giant cosmic iris watching the valley from the thunderheads.

An entire hamlet vanished overnight into the Shadowfell, leaving only empty stone foundations.

A suit of black adamantine plate armor that still patrols the battlements, slaughtering intruders.

Deep in the caverns, purple glowing mushrooms cause anyone who inhales spores to share a hive mind.

Burying a dead raven at the four-way crossroads at midnight summons a charming devil merchant.

Cultists of the Eternal Flame are attempting to trigger an eruption to awaken the sacred firebird.

In seven days, the planes of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth will align, granting wild surge magic to all spells cast.