Tonight we have a quick look from a different perspective, a tree top view. This is one of the options we have to the encounters this week, one for higher level parties that is. But with some scaling it could be a fun encounter for lower levels too – something for us to consider.
As it’s a bit of a shorter on tonight I don’t want to spend too much time talking about it, so let’s sit down with a mug of coffee and roll into tonight’s adventure.
Tree Top View
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The racers flew past the village’s main roost where the party stood and watched. The Race Riggers had been dealt with but there was an uneasy feeling in the air as the job felt too easy. As they watched the Giant bat flying just ahead of some of the birds a shadow passed in front of the setting sun. Several shadows in fact.
Having to squint as they looked up at the sky they noticed three large shapes descending towards the village as they dived through the canopy. As the shapes got closer the large forms of giant owls were visible and each one of them bore a rider, an armed rider. The cries of fear came from the spectators and an alarm gong rang somewhere in the village. But it was the last lap for Twig and Alkerion, if one of them retreated to the safety of the roost then the other could win.
Four large birds, back up birds in case the main racer grew tired, stood in the roost saddled and ready. As the first of the chasing riders stood in the saddle and launched an arrow the situation became clear. Either the riders would have to flee and hide from the pursuers or the pursuers would have to be dealt with. There were many ladders and bridges leading to other lookouts along the course where they may have a passing moment to apprehend the attackers. Or, if they were brave enough the party had four mounts with custom built saddles ready next to them.
As they decided their next move the first of the riders landed in the roost and an armed guard appeared on the walkway with large longbows. “Those attackers came out of nowhere. Their mounts aren’t sanctioned, they aren’t safe to race with. Those owls will rip other birds, or Twig and her bat apart.” One of the racers, an elven maiden, called out as she unbound her legs from the saddle. “I need to go to the elder to alert him. If we don’t do something quickly one or both of them will die. Those idiots want to finish the race. They should start to care more about their lives instead of some blasted title.”
Taking to the sky on an unfamiliar mount is a daunting prospect, but it is something that could also be thrilling at the same time. Don’t forget that tomorrow is the end of week write-up and zine so don’t forget to come back for that. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 