Becoming the Imperial Gardener is a huge honour, but maybe not a welcome one when all you really want to do is work alongside your colleagues to tend plants and create a beautiful space.
The Royal Gardeners don’t prune plants, but people, working in secret to weed out disloyalty. To stop them from getting too powerful, they’re sometimes ordered to find and eliminate another gardener.
Garden Royale: A team of intrepid gardener-adventurers seek to make THEIR garden the best, even if it means going to dangerous places to bring back exotic & predatory botany.
Garden Royale Fiasco: A game of lofty horticultural ambition and (probably) terrible outcomes.
The Emperor’s New Grove: Teams of Royal Gardeners have been out there terraforming worlds, creating new habitable planets for the Empire. It’s promotion time, and the Court is touring the new worlds, deciding which one will be the new Imperial Capital.
The Royal Gardeners are responsible for directly interfering with the time line to ensure the future of the Emperor, pruning timelines which could bring the Empire down. Promotion time is the moment where the Emperor needs to choose which future to pursue.
When your team’s quarry suddenly takes up holy orders, you have to reassess. Is their sudden repentance genuine? Even if it isn’t, acquiring your target becomes much harder when they’re living in an environment where you can’t blend in because everybody knows what everyone looks like.
…and maybe they have chosen that particular place because they know something you don’t?
A meta-curse has a party member working their way through the classes in the player’s handbook in order.
That’s ridiculous enough, but what does it mean when they suddenly skip a few?
Magic didn’t enter the world gradually; Nope, people went to bed as utterly mundane medieval folks, and woke up with class abilities as a brand-new race.
People and objects changing from greyscale to colour is a wonderful way to depict change, be it in aspects of the world, or in the world you inhabit. But from the point of view of someone who’s accustomed to a greyscale world, it’d look uncannily, possibly horrifically, wrong.
Colour has been leeched from the world by Our Oppressive Grey Overlords, but a few members of the resistance hold objects which have retained their colour, and wield powers based upon that colour. Of course, once they’ve wielded their powers, the colour sticks around, so it’s pretty hard to be stealthy about it.