In the deep woodlands of Sweden, the land has been ravaged by heatwaves and wildfires, triggering poverty, hunger, and mass emigration. You have been called to investigate and save the area from ruin!
Description:
In dark forests, beyond the mountains, by black lakes in hidden groves. At your doorstep. In the shadows, something stirs. Strange beings. Twisted creatures, lurking at the edge of vision. Watching. Waiting. Unseen by most, but not by you. You see them for what they really are. Vaesen.
"Fireheart" brings you and your fellow Society members to the scenic Swedish province of Smolandia. All of you have an ability called The Sight - you can see vaesen, even if they are trying to remain invisible. You have decided to use your ability to help those affected by the ill-tempered vaesen. And in a land where industry and machines are making people forget their traditions... there are many ill-tempered vaesen to contend with.
Pre-generated character sheets will be provided, feel free to bring a handful of D6's. "CW: Violence, Death, Torture, Mind Control"
Tales tell of an enchanted tree that bears golden fruit. Can you uncover the truth of these tales before draconic knights take control of the fort? Contains: cultists, imprisonment.
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The ruins of Fort Malus have been hidden since the fall of the great dragon Empire. According to legend, they are home to an enchanted apple tree that bears fruit of the purest gold, planted by the last Baron Soneoak. Now dragon knights of the Keepers of the Immaculate Flame have found their way to Fort Malus in search of its precious treasure.
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
Torlane has been cursed in perpetual winter. Snow and biting winds have enveloped the sleepy village. The distraught leader of the council wants you to investigate what is going on and stop it.
Description:
For two years now, the people of Torlane have been in the grips of winter's cold embrace - there seems no end in sight. Crops cannot be raised, livestock are running out of food, sickness is starting to set in upon the village, and our supplies are running very low....we are exhausted and desperately need your help. It has been said that an evil wizard used foul magic to curse our village, and that the source of this magic lies in the ruins of his old keep up in the hills within the Manglewood. No one is brave enough to go into those woods very far, nor especially to this keep, but 3 nights ago a group of lumberjacks say they smelled smoke and saw some lights up in that direction. Will you rescue us?
You are gathered at the local pub, mourning the loss of another Bard. When in walks the largest, foulest smelling black goat you have ever seen. Contains violence, some bad language, and comical puns.
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You are gathered at a local bar, mourning the loss of yet another Bard. Your reverie is broken by a large foul smelling black goat who drops a scroll tube covered in arcane symbols on your table. What do you do?