Chapter 1.1: Willowdark (Xaar, Thorolf, Jean)

Your adventures will go here!

As Xaar sniffs the air, a cacophony of scents assault her trained nose. The damp rot of vegetation at the edge of the lake to the north. Sweat and spices flutter from the various homes. Fresh dirt and unwashed masses from the west. The slightly sweet smell of wildflowers and grasses drifting from the east.

Rapidly the town fades away as you move east. The grass goes from barely above the sole of your shoe to very quickly brushing up to your knees. Small flowers dot the landscape and you can see the swirling stars above you, not a cloud in the sky. The moon is nearly gone, the barest sliver in the sky. Far off in the distance, you can see the black mass of the mountains rising into the sky. Their tops are rounded and smooth.

You don't hear much of anything abnormal, at the moment. The rustle of grasses in the light breeze, and crickets.

As you all walk, you do hear the faint sound of a scream coming from the direction of the village. You can't be sure if it's a scream of horror, terror, anguish, or cheer. You can barely register it as a scream.

As you all continue your movements, skirting back towards the town, keeping to the extremities of the land, you move through some areas of brush, careful to mask the sounds. Xaar, you hear the faint sounds of steps off to one side. Peering through the night, you see two squat kneeling figures in the brush, about 30 feet away. Arrows whistle through the night.

Xaar, you feel nothing at all by you, but see an arrow bury itself into Jean's thigh and Thorolf's shoulder.

Jean, you got drilled with an arrow, right in the meaty part of your leg. Take 7 damage.
Thorolf, an arrow is now lodged in your shoulder. Take 7 damage.

COMBAT! You were all surprised by the attackers, but you win advantage. You're up!