DnD session one
In these kind of posts I will share our adventure, mostly from the perspective of my character Zarethra, who is a Dragonborn Druid of the WildFire circle.
So here goes..
My first sketch of the scenario I am describing below π²
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It all began with a riddle.
Each of us had received a cryptic verse, a call to seek out an inn that none of us had heard of before: The Laughing Cow. I arrived first, or at least, I think I did. The place smelled faintly of oak and honeyed wine, and a bard was playing softly in one of the corners. I ordered a cup of tea and sat nearby, letting the warmth of the cup ground me while I studied the parchment once more.
At the far end of the room sat a wood elf, nursing a glass of milk with quiet curiosity. Beside him was another of his kind, a mushroom druid by the look of her; their conversation drifted through the air like whispers of the forest. Near the bar, a figure cloaked in feathers kept to themselves, silent and watchful.
I hadnβt paid them much mind until the door opened again. A kitsune, though hidden beneath a human guise, stepped inside. The others seemed to sense something familiar about them; that same air of being called. Soon, the four of them began to talk, piecing together fragments of their riddles.
I stayed quiet, sipping the last of my tea. But the riddleβs mention of wine barrels tugged at my thoughts, and curiosity eventually pulled me from my chair. I slipped down the stairs toward the cellar, careful not to draw attention.
Of course, subtlety is never a shared talent. Before long, I heard voices above.. footsteps following. The barkeep had noticed them, and one of the elves was trying, quite poorly, to distract him. Moments later, their shadows stretched across the stone floor beside mine.
Thatβs when we realized the truth: we were all chasing the same riddle. And there, hidden beneath the inn, we found the first trace of something greater; a secret organization waiting for those who dared to follow the clues.