Apr 27, 2022 2:37 am
It had been a lean winter. Several promising deals that Viognu had lined up fell through in spectacular fashion. Savings and supplies had whittled down to almost non-existent. It was pretty close to make or break for the group at this point. But it's always darkest before the dawn and a new opportunity has fallen in your laps.
The tavern featured a beautiful, androgynous Elvenspring bard. They regaled the crowd with tales and legends from the history of Ravenland, these "Forbidden Lands," but the best ones they saved for late into the evening. Viognu laughed and flirted with the bard and gazed deep into their piercing yellow eyes. As most of the patrons passed out or dragged themselves to bed, the bard told the following tale:
The crew geared up and set off in search of these ruins and the artifact therein. A half-day from the village, Bailin heard a jaunty tune being played on a lute. The bard sauntered out of the forest, their yellow-eyes glowing with mirth and mischief. Did I say northeast? Please forgive me, darlings. I may have lied a bit, but you just may be the group I need. He laughed with glee as silvery mists began to swirl about you. The laughs echoed in your ears as the mists blurred the world around you.
A moment later, the mists clear and the echoes fade into the distance. The thick forest about you has disappeared and in its place a broad sweeping plain as far as the eye can see to the north, south, and east. In the distance to the west, you spot a road and beyond them some hills.
The tavern featured a beautiful, androgynous Elvenspring bard. They regaled the crowd with tales and legends from the history of Ravenland, these "Forbidden Lands," but the best ones they saved for late into the evening. Viognu laughed and flirted with the bard and gazed deep into their piercing yellow eyes. As most of the patrons passed out or dragged themselves to bed, the bard told the following tale:
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A long time ago, in the age before the Blood Mist, there was a princess named Saewyn. She traveled to a hill in some ruins Northeast of here in search of her only friend. The poor girl had lost an ill-advised bet to an ugly, lecherous dwarf. As the legend goes, the princess starved to death on her fruitless search and that at the location there is a dwarven artifact. The restless dead are said to still stalk those ruins today.A moment later, the mists clear and the echoes fade into the distance. The thick forest about you has disappeared and in its place a broad sweeping plain as far as the eye can see to the north, south, and east. In the distance to the west, you spot a road and beyond them some hills.