Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

The City of unrest

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The innkeeper looked at the full flasks of ale, the bottles of wine and spirits and his heart sank. It had been weeks since someone bought any of his wares and because no one came for his drink, his kitchen lay dormant. A sullen knock at the door may change this and keep his business alive though and with as much energy as he could muster he opened the door to a bright eyed woman. Tilly the herbalist and Alchemist.

“Ah Tilly. You’re here at just the right moment. I’d almost considered selling up and moving to Newhaven.” The innkeeper said with a half-hearted smile. “Please come in. You brought the goods didn’t you?”

Tilly was an elf just short of 5 feet in height. Long blond hair was braided down her sides and every day she had different flowers or plants woven into it. “I sure did. Are you sure that you want to be associating with elves at the moment with everything that’s going on?” she asked as she closed the door behind her to the early morning light. “I know business is business but I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s not right this dream sickness that has you non-elven folk in its clutches. It’s not natural. I heard the mayor sent for aid just yesterday. But he hasn’t been seen since…” she mused as she began to unpack vials of a dark brown liquid. “Now, a large spoonful no more. Over use of this can cause a few nasty side effects.” Tilly warned. “I mean it Gareth”

The City of Unrest

Gareth smiled and uncorked a bottle and had a small sip. Instantly he felt energy course through his veins, the exhaustion he had been suffering elated in just a moment. “Wow Tilly. This is incredible! I could sell this stuff by itself!” he mused, grinning for the first time in weeks.

Hildebek had become the epicentre of an illness. It affected any humanoid that didn’t have elven blood and would cause people to have extreme nightmares while they slept. The people of the city had worked out that if they snuck one or two hours of sleep a day they could get by, but there were reports of these people dying. The illness caused phantoms to appear in the mind, shadows haunting those afflicted. Peeking from behind walls, through windows and even appearing inside their houses. In the depth of sleep those who were haunted by these shadows would wake up screaming. In fact those who had been haunted for long enough simply didn’t wake. The Sleeping Curse is what people called it. However the people did not know what caused it.

While the number of casualties has shrunk dramatically since its effect was known or understood, those who didn’t wake were still living. They were just unable to be roused.

Thoughts

Now not to be confused with a different dream based adventure that I created, Crelion manor, this week is different. I have, well we all probably have seen shadows whilst tired. In fact we may have had our minds tell us that something wasn’t right – I have experienced this before. However, this got me thinking. What happens if it wasn’t all right? What if those shadows were real and I wasn’t just sleep deprived?

In this weeks adventure I bring forth a plague of nightmares, and a plague of blissful sleep. To push past the horrors of waking life and fitful sleep I bring this city peaceful rest. However, its not all well and good and I can guarantee that the party have their work cut out for them this week.

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