Mar 10, 2025 10:32 am
After spending several weeks at Traveler's Rest, the time had come to move on. You left the small town behind in search of more adventure. After some time, you found yourselves in the village of Two Forks.
The village of Two Forks covers the land between two forks of a sluggish, muddy waterway named the Flenderish River. Ten buildings crowd the triangular bit of dryland and two stone bridges cross each tine of the fork to connect dirt tracks to the handful of farms that surround the community. About a mile to the southeast one can spot the tree line of an old growth forest; locals took timber from that wood and used it to build homes, shops, and the temple.
The people of Two Forks have little to their names. What things they brought with them from the old country they have had to trade or repurpose to stay alive. Many people still wear the clothing they wore when they fled their homelands, albeit clothing stitched and patched. Most show signs of hunger, being thin and with dark hollows around their eyes. They did manage to plant a few fields and harvest a crop, so the threat of starvation has passed.
As you draw near the village center, you spot a woman in her mid-fifties wearing a shawl around her curly gray hair. She seems to be arguing with two tall, heavyset men with ruddy, red features. They are standing in front of a shack, and a few bystanders watch, worry creasing their faces.
"You two are to stay put and keep him inside no matter what," says the woman. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Elder," the men reply.
The woman turns to the villagers. "Please remain calm. Victor is very ill, but we are going to try to help him."
From inside the shack, something kicks at the door, causing the structure to shake...
The village of Two Forks covers the land between two forks of a sluggish, muddy waterway named the Flenderish River. Ten buildings crowd the triangular bit of dryland and two stone bridges cross each tine of the fork to connect dirt tracks to the handful of farms that surround the community. About a mile to the southeast one can spot the tree line of an old growth forest; locals took timber from that wood and used it to build homes, shops, and the temple.
The people of Two Forks have little to their names. What things they brought with them from the old country they have had to trade or repurpose to stay alive. Many people still wear the clothing they wore when they fled their homelands, albeit clothing stitched and patched. Most show signs of hunger, being thin and with dark hollows around their eyes. They did manage to plant a few fields and harvest a crop, so the threat of starvation has passed.
As you draw near the village center, you spot a woman in her mid-fifties wearing a shawl around her curly gray hair. She seems to be arguing with two tall, heavyset men with ruddy, red features. They are standing in front of a shack, and a few bystanders watch, worry creasing their faces.
"You two are to stay put and keep him inside no matter what," says the woman. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Elder," the men reply.
The woman turns to the villagers. "Please remain calm. Victor is very ill, but we are going to try to help him."
From inside the shack, something kicks at the door, causing the structure to shake...
