For this weeks twisty Wednesday its not as much as twist as an expansion of the story as we uncover the Heart of Revelry. Yesterday we met some individuals that we were introduced to briefly and for the most part this continues on the adventure with one of them. But instead of hinting on it let’s look at part of the adventure that I have planned to reveal tonight. So sit down, grab a coffee and let’s roll into tonight’s adventure.
Heart of Revelry
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The party followed the shouts and whoops that echoes through the trunks of the trees and bounced from the canopy of leaves. The flickering light of a fire caused shadows to dance on the trunks of the trees and between the bushes. As they approached the source of the noise and the light a manic sight greeted them.
Dozens of Satyr were dancing around a fire in a clearing. Bottles, flasks and jugs of alcohol were being consumed in vast quantities as the Fae revelled wildly. Several of the Fae carried weapons, short swords, spears and short bows with quivers filled with arrows as their frenzied celebration escalated further.
Then a great hush fell across the revellers as groups of them fell silent. A solitary figure strode from a tree, another fae creature for sure but this one appeared to be a beautiful woman with flowers and leaves braided through her hair.
The Corruption of Willow
“Brothers and Sisters,” the woman began in common before her words drifted into a different tongue which, luckily, a party member spoke. “We have begun striking back at those that would harm our forest and our kind. The humans, the people of the village can not be trusted as their words are like poison that festers the roots of our forest. For many years we have aided them and kept them alive. But for what!? They still hunt the creatures we call friends, they still tear down our trees and our woods for their own selfish reason! No more!” As she spoke the flowers and leaves in her hair wilted and a darkness spread across her eyes.
“I say we finish what we started. We have taken their reason to celebrate. Their crops they grow their alcohol from were planted in what was once our land. Their food is our friends, the creatures of these woods and the bounty of our good will. Next we take back the first thing we gave them in friendship. Next we take their lives!”
As her speech came to a crescendo the satyr whooped and cheered, blowing into horns and practically bleating for bloodshed. As they rushed from the fire towards the village the party realised with sickening quickness. They were in the path between the marauders and the village.
Thanks for joining me for another as we witness the beginning of the final part of this adventure. The beginning of a bloody battle or a heroic tale of bravery and mercy. The party will need to decide how to handle it but for one it will be their end regardless. Don’t forget to come back daily for more tabletop content and as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 