legends of avantris · feywild · chaotic party · dnd actual play · comedic · dysfunctional · fantasy · roleplay
A silver mist coiled around the pulsing light of giant mushrooms, and the air thrummed with a low, magical current. A weathered signpost turned in a slow, deliberate circle on its post, its arrows sliding and clicking into new configurations. Kremy clapped his hands together, his voice slick with false bravado. Alright, team. Let's all maintain our composure. This is either a brilliantly efficient shortcut… or we've just verbally consented to an enchanted contractual obligation. Gricko wailed, pointing a trembling finger into the woods. THE TREES! THEY'RE REARRANGING THEMSELVES! THAT'S A VIOLATION OF ARBORIAL STATUTES! Torbek's eyes grew distant as he peered into the fog. This mist… it carries the same sorrow as the night the bleeding moon mourned over the cliffs of my ancestral homeâ…