Riding away from the chaos of Gilder, the team is left in a state of panic. The ordeal of Wulf’s arrest weighs heavy on everyone’s mind as their last contact with civilization was a rather unpleasant one. Fortunately, they were able to gather all the supplies they needed and recover their friend before leaving the town.
Now they enter the lost entwoods, a place wrapped in mystery and myth. There are many tales of travelers entering and never returning. Some say a beast lurks in the woods eating any who dares enter and some say it is the trees themselves who swallow interlopers whole. The elves claim that the woods have gone feral since the ents died.
As the team enters, a thick fog swirls around them. And it is unlike any they have encountered before, a pale greenish grey it flows thick as a river through the gnarled trees obscuring the vision of the path below their feet. The crumbling cobblestone disappears quickly and any sense of direction is quickly lost in the mist.
By that afternoon it was clear: they are hopelessly lost. Harlowe is trying his best to guide the team using his maps and orienteering skills but thus far they cannot tell if they have made any progress. And even worse, the team finds themselves easily separated from each other, the mist calling to them and making them wander away in a daze. They are beginning to see things, half there in the grey: past loved ones, lost family members, figments of the past coming back to lure them away.
In the forest it’s difficult to tell what is real.
Suggested threads: arguing about directions, hallucinations, recovering from the morning’s altercation, confiding about visions.
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