You left Harvest Town behind almost a week ago now, searching the width and breadth of the North Holdings for signs of this "Strife". At the farming villages of Flax and Plow you were reluctantly hosted by suspicious Speakers, grateful to see your armed party gone. In Terps nervous farmers rumored of folk disappearing; dragons razing villages; and a mission of "True Speakers" of which local Speakers knew nothing. On the rutted track to Polders you encountered refugees heading south. They'd abandoned their huts and fields, fleeing "the Strife" before it was too late. Soon, you found their abandoned village, clearly ransacked. Then, finally, a razed village.
You pushed on, tracking the perpetrators to the very edge of the Langlands. Just a mile back you saw a pair of smoldering pyres; plainsfolk sending their dead--and their enemies-- to the afterlife. A battle then, but over what?
It's now mid afternoon with the autumn season fading. A cool northerly wind pushes darkening clouds toward you and promises an early winter.
In the south and south-east lie the disquiet farmlands you have traversed. North are the undulating grassy realms of the Plainspeople. West is the brooding Nightwood, with all signs indicating your quarry have made toward that gloomy abode...
You pushed on, tracking the perpetrators to the very edge of the Langlands. Just a mile back you saw a pair of smoldering pyres; plainsfolk sending their dead--and their enemies-- to the afterlife. A battle then, but over what?
It's now mid afternoon with the autumn season fading. A cool northerly wind pushes darkening clouds toward you and promises an early winter.
In the south and south-east lie the disquiet farmlands you have traversed. North are the undulating grassy realms of the Plainspeople. West is the brooding Nightwood, with all signs indicating your quarry have made toward that gloomy abode...
DL#1 begins with a wilderness crawl that rail-roads players through a series of events and encounters that provide background, have them meet the "quest giver", and then arrive at the adventure locale.
Wyrmspear boils all that down to the synopsis you've just read. Yes, I'm pointing you at the adventure locale for this play test but, ideally, all that could unfold more organically in an actual campaign.
What now?
Wyrmspear boils all that down to the synopsis you've just read. Yes, I'm pointing you at the adventure locale for this play test but, ideally, all that could unfold more organically in an actual campaign.
What now?
