The Plains

As night falls in the plains your feet start to grow weary and wet from the constant slushing through the plains lands. Having made the cross over from the western forest to the eastern forest you now believe youre on the right path towards the caverns after having originally been lost the day before.

Ahead of you is the eastern forest, and ever so slightly in the horizon the Thulon Mountain range has finally poked out in a beginning sight of its splendor for all three of you to see. The mountains have a bright orange color to them from the waning of the sunlight. You feel as though a half of days travel is all that you may need to reach the mountain range, and afterwords the caverns await, somewhere.


As you begin to travel forward you begin to notice a weird ambient light coming from out of the forest. Its bright enough that even now in the outskirts of the forest you can see this cyan color shine through the trees. You try to listen for any sound but notice that the only thing you can hear is a few critters crawling about but even then, the animal noise seems to have died down significantly.

You run through the forest, nimbly avoiding the jagged branches and brush as you search for the source of the light. Along the way you start to notice some of the trees visibly wilting, even if its slight. This all comes to a point where you reach a small 20 foot clearing that has been blackened with dead rotting grass and plants with a wilted stump in the middle and a man reciting some sort of verse to a makeshift statue that lies on the stump that appears to be made out of bone. At the base of the true is a couple slain squirrels and rabbits, arranged in a way to look like its an offering. Blue Light envelops both of his hands as he recites his passages. The air around you begins to feel dry and cold, like the essence is attempting to weasel its way in to suck the life out of you.

He turns around and a shrieking voice beckons out of the man "You dare defile my ascension to Acolyte? Your corpses will please the Forgotten Lady". His face is an ashen pale, with his eyes somewhat tinted red unnaturally. One of his hands now glows green as he picks up a quarterstaff. The blue glow begins to envelop this as well and both lights illuminate his tattered bloody robes.

Please Roll Initiative

Awenasa watch out!

Dammit I knew it!!!

The mage moves back a bit towards the edge of the clearing before swinging their staff towards the ground. Some of the blue light falls to the ground where it was swung. After a few moments the blue light fades as the ground breaks open and a crude skeleton pulls itself out of the ground, brandishing a sword.