Tonight we are looking at the party partaking in the yearly Omelga Hunt. A Village that prides itself in producing the best hunters in the land. But this year there something strange happening in its annual hunt competition.
So come with me as we stroll into the temple and onward into tonight’s adventure!
The village of Omelga prizes itself on the creatures that its hunters are able to bring down. However, the town that prides itself on the honour and strength of its people has a darkness in the taverns and in the hunting grounds. The party stumbling upon a body of a hunter is nothing compared to the scene of betrayal and evil that awaits them.
Given enough time in isolation the village would surely destroy itself. However, the annual hunt serves to protect the other villages and cities further from the forest by culling particularly dangerous or numerous monstrous creatures. Will the party save the village from its own destruction fuelled by greed and jealousy or will it, like the monsters they hunt, succumb to its final shuddering breath.
Omelga Hunt
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The party walked a few paces behind the new hunters and watched as they over analysed everything along the path. The job was simple, escort the hunters and make sure they don’t get into trouble. But this lot was jumpy, overly stimulated and thought that they would be taking down a full grown adult dragon in these woods.
When they gestured for the party and their fellow lagging hunters to approach a tree even the party paused. Instead of a red herring or non-clue they saw a blood smear on a tree that looked vaguely like a human hand print. Elated at the prospect of orcs, hobgoblins or even a minotaur they slunk onward revealing their actual prowess of being a hunter. The party largely struggled to keep up with the expert trackers as they set a pace that reflected their hunger for the battle to come.
As they moved through the trees, rocks, logs and brush more signs of distress could be seen. Broken branches, humanoid footprints and displaced rocks let the party to a blood soaked section of moss and lichen. Pushing aside the bushes, swords, bows and spears at the ready a human was revealed, gored and mauled.
‘My gods. Its Linden.’ one of the parties wards said with horror. ‘He left this morning for the hunt with his apprentice. If that’s Linden where’s..’ she didn’t get to finish her sentence as a yell from one of the other hunters alerted them all to the presence of Lindens apprentice.
A body swing from a tree, mangled and bent around the branches. The hunters immediately started noting the wounds on the hunters however the parties saw something different.
Weapons sabotaged, a strange mark on the the necks of both Linden and his apprentice. Foul play and poison – definitely not something the monsters that the hunters were listing would use. This is something that the party would want to take to the village council.
Thanks for visiting tonight for the start of another week! Don’t forget that this is just the start this weeks adventure and I will expand the adventure each day this week. So don’t forget to come back daily to stay up to date with what’s happening and as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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