The tavern’s kitchen tables were laden with overfilled trays of savory hand-pies, fruit tarts, chargers piled with roasted capons and sliced mutton, fragrant trenchers of warm buttered bread & shallow bowls of sculpted marzipan topped bonbons. But the chamber, empty. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
Soft strains of ethereal music from the harp filled the lantern-lit grove. Wine-merry cheeks, smiling at the tune, as it lulled guests into a pleased, soporific air. The longer the melody lilted across the vale, the deeper the guests fell into an unwakeable reverie. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
She willed the energy to well up, sending it out, waking growing things. Gracefully flexing her fingers, she felt wild power warm her palms. The ring responded. Tiny golden tendrils twine around the green gem, perfuming the air with lily of the valley & verdant loam. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
Swimming out to the raft was a feat of prowess that not all of the lake kids could manage. Anna loved knowing she could do it. But, she never looked down at the sun’s rays splayed out like tentacles around her, as if they'd grab at her legs and pull her down. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
Pale moonlight beams down, finally aligned after an age, onto the delicately carved obelisk. Light crowns the font of the dreampool. Refractions on polished stone illuminate the water that had long been dark. Lush ferns glow with bioluminescence. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
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Pale moonlight beams down, finally aligned after an age, onto the delicately carved obelisk. Light crowns the font of the dreampool. Refractions on polished stone illuminate the water that had long been dark, and lush ferns glow with bioluminescence. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg #dnd
In the empty parlor, a lit candelabra flickers softly. Light casting fractals from the crystal doorknob onto the door and table it rests upon. Glimpses of waltzing couples can be seen, gliding from facet to facet. You catch a whisper of perfume, fougeres and tobacco. #sundaysareforsavingthrows
The Forest Mother’s wings drape with a languid regal air across the Dias; Jewel-toned patterns shining in the brazier’s glow. Shifting her gaze to the bound druid, bioluminescence softly flashing along her wings, in warning. “Traveler... What is your intent in my grove.” #sundaysareforsavingthrows
Brill looked around the shop once more, secured the lock, wearily settled in her cart, and pointed toward home. From the dark tree line into lantern light emerge enormous black paws and arcane-lit eyes. The creature pads to a cracked earthen bowl under the well pump. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
Down the arched oaken path by the lily pond, tables were laden with a comforting board of warm lentil, scape & greens stew, cups of roasted nuts, a grand tray of dressed hot tatties, and all manner of fruits, teas and toasty hand pies. Goblets filled at each setting. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
Claws wrap around a rotting soup ladle, clacking on the wood as she peers through fetid cauldron steam at you. A sneer winds up one side of her jaw, exposing sharp grey canines that shine a reflection from the fire. She coughs from her squat frame, into the roiling stew. #sundaysareforsavingthrows
Throughout the cottage, ornate stained-glass panels hang in doors or windows, swaying gently with any movement in the rooms. Each bears a stylized eye. Stray beams of light caught in facets cast colored rays across the floor. You sense a presence.
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She flicked a fresh snowflake from her ear padding forward to take in the valley below. Ice haloing the moon made everything misty & grey & still.
Fresh kill tucked under a snowy root, she lifted her head & a new scent caught the wind. Leather, sweat, dirty wool & char. #sundaysareforsavingthrows
Carved wooden tables were merrily laden with all manner of delectable sweet cakes, pies, and iced confections. Looking closer, you notice a dribble of frosting burbles then twitches. Two red candy roses blink then glare. Sharp almond teeth emit a low growl. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
Winter’s Night festivities saw the vales of the Lantern Court glimmering brightly with laughter and amber candle-glow. Revelers spinning stories and song, waiting to spy the Forest Mother, flying with the sun in her antlers to bring back the light.
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Approaching Stone's Hollow Tavern, the bustling clink of tankards and plates, and raucous laughter can be heard. Once inside you find steaming trenchers of stew, freshly drawn mugs of ale atop the bar, a crackling fire, but not a soul… #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg #dnd
A redwood mountain glen is cut through by a dry creek bed. Shots of amber leaves through the green seem to glow in the fading light like hope. Dew set ivy glistens among fallen leaves. A massive elven elk startles at you & holds her ground. Her gentle gaze steady & serene. #sundaysareforsavingthrows
The House of Night is no sanctuary but a test of spirit. No light fills this space until you are worthy. Ghostly flames illuminate several portals. Woe to the traveler who is judged here, hurled to blackness and planar void. Worthy souls find safe passage & a boon. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
She was humming as she rode, reliving Rowan’s warm gaze in candlelight. A bash of wind scudded clouds across the moon. Her lantern’s flame guttered, turning violet. Chills crept up her spine, & Saxon startled. Across the bridge, a dark melody echoed from an old lute. #rpg #sundaysareforsavingthrows
The breezy afternoon made chills prickle on Aldus’ forearms as the day lost its warmth. What chilled him to the bone, though, was the echoing sound of a woman weeping in the mill barn he knew was empty, and the heavy creak of a swinging rope in the rafters. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
The soft scent of rich earth cooling. A gentle rustle in the corn. Black fur winds under the stalks. With a flicker the form becomes a woman. Under the Harvest moon she steps a buckled shoe into the red dirt lane toward the old chestnut grove. Crows caw into the sky. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
The soft sputtering of a gas lamp was the only mortal sound in this crooked, deserted lane.
Farther down Bell Street, the echoing sounds of merriment promised flowing drink & good company.
The flame danced fitful shadows across the lonely street corner it guarded. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
One candle, dimly flickering upon the mahogany table, it’s glow reflected in the mirror several times over, then more. Candles filling the silvered space, but no living thing in this small room. Only the scent of candle wax, faded perfume, ruby port, & pipe tobacco. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
At the heart of this collection of unusual cottages, facet-paned chalets, & blooming grass-turfed homes, is a towering Weirdwood hyperion that holds a sprawling tree-house named for the curious mage that created it, Bartenowe’s Grove.
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The town’s folk are falling into magical dreams & those dreams are coming true. Fantastical beasts, & everflowing casks are just a few of the events happening all over town. All signs point to Breez’s new "Dreamshade Ale” she acquired from a boisterous new merchant. #sundaysareforsavingthrows #rpg
It wafted over Tiller’s fields, rippled as it crossed the mill stream towards town. Iridescent swaths of Fey-line magic bathing everything it touched in wild color for a moment, leaving faint glimmering motes as it moved on, & the scent of wisteria & confections. #dnd #rpg #sundaysareforsavingthrows
The Summer Harvest Festival was merry. Yet, as shadows lengthened, & lanterns began to glow amber, crowds thinned as the people of Stone’s Hollow vanished in the dark. Meat roasting, kegs full, the soft sputter of lantern flame & a night breeze swaying pennants… #SundaysAreForSavingThrows #rpg #dnd
The Summer Warden’s walk on the night of the Buck Moon stokes wonder & reverence in the denizens of the enclave. The ancient creature appears, to bless the grove & the bounty of the land. This year, its presence is weakened. A blight, dimming its massive antlers. #SundaysAreForSavingThrows #rpg
The old salt at the tavern warned us to come at low tide, bring an offering to the Tide King & a gift for trade. Light the lantern. Wait. If your gift's worthy, they'll appear. And don't, for the love of the Seas, take any shell or pearl from their domain. #SundaysAreForSavingThrows #rpg
