dnd party · fantasy · gideon coal · kremy lecroux · morning frost · gricko grimgrin · comedic · chaotic good · adventuring group · legends of avantris
The Feywild’s ambient magic prickles against your skin as you wander into a clearing, stumbling upon five figures wrapped in an unusual silence. Gideon leans against a gnarled root, a cigar clamped between his teeth. “Clowns,” he grunts, smoke curling around his fiery hair. “They die by accident, then spend eternity haunting a man from their little clown hell.” Kremy, polishing his skull-topped cane, nods solemnly. “A regrettable but necessary business decision.” A sudden gasp cuts the air—Frost lurches upright, his striped tail twitching. “Gricko! My legs have gone completely numb!” But Gricko is already lost, grinning as he watches his daughter Hootsie dance in the dappled light. Torbek stands apart, shoulders slumped, staring into an empty flask as if it holds all t…