Chapter 1 - Trouble In Red Larch

You exit Red Larch via the Cairn Road to the east. The sun is beating down now, the temperature raising significantly mixing with the high humidity and the sweat starts to roll down your foreheads as you walk. The journey is quite uneventful, Nadya and Welsh, you sober up as you get further away from the village. You eventually get to the spot that constable Harburk marked on your map, it looks more or less like any other stretch of the road, but Harburk drew three trees that have grown to form what looks like a ‘W’ and sure enough, those three trees are now in front of you.

You both notice a space in between the underbrush wide enough for carts and wagons to be pulled through, upon further investigation you can see signs that although this isn’t a regularly used path, it has been used somewhat recently.

Aukan, you don’t see anything and are in fact blissfully continuing to walk down the road when Nadya grabs your elbow and points at the path into the forest.

Welsh, walking through the forest makes you feel slightly closer to home. You follow the path but as you get further into the forest, it actually opens up a little more and the trail gets harder to track. You all stop and look around but there's not anything that seems to give away the right direction. But then your ears perk up, was that...laughter? You shush the others and wait and...there it is again, definitely human laughter coming from the south-west.

Welsh, you veeeeery quietly start to walk towards the noises, making sure to stay as hidden as you can. Good thing for all these green, teal...and...magenta...leaves...*THROOM*. You're not in the same forest anymore, you're standing in a small clearing, surrounded by teal and magenta coloured trees. In front of stand a strange creature. It kind of looks like a centaur, with a lower body like a bright, teal horse. It's upper body is different shades of magenta and purple, it's scaly and well muscled, it's head kind of looks like a big tree frog with a huge set of antlers AND a horn protruding from it and it has a big set of fairy wings on its back. It's stares expectantly at you, and speaks with a much deeper voice than you'd expect, a deep baritone voice that sounds familiar, "Well? How is it? How's adventuring? It's cool, yes?

The rest of you, Welsh motions for you to follow him, takes a couple of steps and seemingly blinks out of existence.

The being laughter booms throughout the clearing, "I…am the great and benevolent, Ekorn! I grant wishes throughout the whole Feywild, but only for people with cool wishes such as yours, yes!". He stretches his front legs and tilts his head as he observes you, "You are an adventurer now, yes? Very successful, yes?"