Mar 11, 2024 4:50 pm
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the tranquil landscape of Meadowfen, an air of unease settles over the village. For generations, this sleepy hamlet nestled amidst the verdant expanse of Humblewood has known only peace and serenity. Yet, in recent days, a dark cloud has descended upon the once-idyllic community.
The heartbeat of Meadowfen, its fields and pastures, lie desolate and barren, stripped of life-giving rains that have failed to grace its soil. The absence of these seasonal blessings has plunged the village into hardship, exacerbating the already dire situation. Caravans bearing much-needed supplies have vanished without a trace, whispers of bandits haunting the roads like specters in the night.
Amidst the chaos that grips Meadowfen, the village Elder, with a heavy heart and grim determination, dispatched brave souls to uncover the truth behind the ominous plume of black smoke that stains the northern horizon. Yet, as days turned to nights and hope waned, not a single soul among those sent forth has returned to tell the tale. The shadow of uncertainty looms large, leaving the fate of the town's troops shrouded in mystery, swallowed whole by the enigma that awaits beyond the village's borders.
As your group traversed the familiar path back from Ashburrow, you passed the very troops the Elder had sent forth, their absence now a haunting presence in the hearts of those who knew them. The weight of their unfulfilled mission hangs heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurk just beyond the safety of Meadowfen's boundaries. You had seen this black plume about a day before you passed the group coming from the direction you came from.
You all spent a night in Meadowfren at the local Inn each with your own room (unless you think you would share).
Please start by describing how you start your day.
The heartbeat of Meadowfen, its fields and pastures, lie desolate and barren, stripped of life-giving rains that have failed to grace its soil. The absence of these seasonal blessings has plunged the village into hardship, exacerbating the already dire situation. Caravans bearing much-needed supplies have vanished without a trace, whispers of bandits haunting the roads like specters in the night.
Amidst the chaos that grips Meadowfen, the village Elder, with a heavy heart and grim determination, dispatched brave souls to uncover the truth behind the ominous plume of black smoke that stains the northern horizon. Yet, as days turned to nights and hope waned, not a single soul among those sent forth has returned to tell the tale. The shadow of uncertainty looms large, leaving the fate of the town's troops shrouded in mystery, swallowed whole by the enigma that awaits beyond the village's borders.
As your group traversed the familiar path back from Ashburrow, you passed the very troops the Elder had sent forth, their absence now a haunting presence in the hearts of those who knew them. The weight of their unfulfilled mission hangs heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurk just beyond the safety of Meadowfen's boundaries. You had seen this black plume about a day before you passed the group coming from the direction you came from.
You all spent a night in Meadowfren at the local Inn each with your own room (unless you think you would share).
Please start by describing how you start your day.
