Last night we looked at Forescythe and the trouble that they had, one of the rumours that was floating around was a large giant in the forest. Well that rumour wasn’t exactly untrue and its something the party, being low level for this adventure, would probably do best to steer clear of.
Guardian of the Forest
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Blake stumbled out of the inn after being told he should stop drinking five drinks ago. As he look to his house on the edge of the clearing he waved back to his drinking buddies, all of who could hold their ale and were returning back to the tables. Walking towards his house he walked to the front door hearing his cat, Jasper, somewhere on the other side of the door.
“Likely getting into the cheese again” he said to himself as he opened the door and walked in. Jasper had other plans and bolted out the door and ran towards the forest. Swearing as he tumbled over he watched the cat stop at the edge of the tree line. Standing up he began to give chase to the feline as it taunted him at the edge of the forest. Walking slowly at first the cat rolled on the ground encouraging Blake to pat it, but as soon as he bent down it scrambled further into the forest. Blake followed uttering more choice words but it repeated time and time again.
The woods weren’t unfamiliar to Blake as he was a hunter for the village of Forescythe and knew the woods well but he found himself stopping next to Jasper who had stopped and stared up into the trees. The hairs on his arms and neck began to rise and Blake started to sober up really quickly as an unfamiliar sensation crept over him. Fear.
The calls of the night animals had stopped and a slow rhythmic thumping could be heard, something that shook the soil beneath the grass and leaves underfoot. As the moon shone down amongst and between the trees a large, dark silhouette moved from behind a tree and it took Blake a moment to notice it. The figure was easily thirty feet tall, tall enough to grab onto tree branches and snap them off as it lumbered past them. Then Jasper meowed and the creature stopped.
A giant head turned towards Blake and it stared at him and the ginger and white cat at his feet. Within seconds Jasper had run back the way he had come, towards home and Blake was scampering behind him, hoping the trees would give him cover and block his retreat from the creature. He didn’t remember making it home and falling through the open door nor climbing into his bed after snuffing the candles. But he does remember hearing a blood chilling roar that came from the forest, one that kept him awake all night.
Thanks for stopping by tonight. A stat block it is not, but not all encounters need one. By describing how the environment reacts around something, or the feelings that wash over the party you sometimes don’t need stat-blocks. Now stay tuned for this weekend as new years eve is just around the corner and it brings with it, the end of the year. A time for reflection and planning and hopefully some tabletop gaming! So don’t forget to stay tuned in and if you don’t – don’t forget that next year is just around the corner with another 52 brand new adventures. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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