legends of avantris · feywild · chaotic party · dnd actual play · comedic · dysfunctional · fantasy · roleplay
Silver mist curls through glowing mushrooms. The forest hums like a held breath. A crooked signpost spins slowly, its arrows rearranging themselves. Kremy: Okay. Nobody panic. This is either a shortcut… or a legally binding situation. Gricko: THE TREES MOVED. TREES SHOULD NOT MOVE WITHOUT PERMISSION. Torbek (staring into the mist): This reminds Torbek of the night the moon wept blood over Torbeks homeland— Gideon: We are NOT doing tragic backstory at the suspicious signpost. Morning Frost (quietly): Something is watching. Not hunting. Judging. Hootsie: low, polite hoot The signpost suddenly grows an extra arrow labeled: “THIS WAY, LIARS.” Kremy: Okay that feels targeted.