Huzzah!
You have reached the first quest where your choice will bear true weight in your adventure through the realm.
For grit and glory,
Sir Kadean
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The glint drew you forward, deeper into the forest. There, half-buried in moss, you found a small metal key, no larger than your thumb. Its surface was stamped—spirals, leaf, a crooked crown: unmistakably the mark of the Goblin Order.
Knowing the current state of the realm’s borders you immediately set out in search of the poor wanderer who dropped their key before it is too late.
As you began to search about for signs of footprints, a sudden flutter from the underbrush occurred. A bird exploded from the shadows, a smaller still burden in it’s grasp. It soared back in the direction of your camp.
You look back from whence the bird had came and see a new peculiarity amidst the tangled branches— a new mission in front of you.
Action: Untangle something. Be it a swarm of necklaces, your thoughts, a mystery, or perhaps some very real vines.
Once you are through the underbrush, you have uncovered the foreign object. You found a pipe—crude, wooden, clearly handmade—and a soaked purple scrap of parchment. Most of the ink had bled away, save for a single smeared line: “the roads they wish to walk are not true.”
Compelled by instinct, you brought the pipe to your lips and blew. A curious, reedy melody emerged—something ancient, something odd. You could swear the shadows beneath the trees... shuffled. Tall and foreboding.
The chill that overtakes you sends you back to the camp. That night, you tucked the key and pipe safely away.
You looked back out to the forest—aware that you are now being watched.
Rewards for this quest: 🗝️🪈
(a note- you may want to keep track of these, they could be of use to you later in the guild)
The lull of crackling logs and the fire’s warmth kept you in the camp. The sweet promise of dreams to weary bones far outweighed the possible prize among the trees. Sleep crept in slow waves. You drifted between waking and dreaming—half in one world, half in another.
A sudden squeak cut through the quiet, followed by a ripple of laughter—delicate, echoing, unplaceable. You opened your eyes to see the stars above, brighter than you remembered. Then you saw it.
A silhouette crossed the sky: a bird, gliding soundlessly, something small and whistling (?) held in its talons. It vanished past the trees on the far side of the field, but the echo of its music lingered, curling like mist around your thoughts.
Without knowing why, you had a compelling thought overcome you as you looked back to the stars.
Action: Make a wish, and hold it true. Write it down, or draw it out. The next time you clean, imagine that you are washing away all barrier between yourself and that dream.
That night, you slept deeply, and when morning came, you found something nestled in the folds of your bedroll: a single feather, warm to the touch.
You looked back across the field—no sound reaches your ears, yet you can hear a call.
Rewards for this quest: 🪶
(a note- you may want to keep track of these, they could be of use to you later in the guild)