Alright... an update on what's happening, and what has happened:
I've contacted Dragonblood, who will gladly join us sometime soon.
As you can see, Ayrn is also back to play, so it seems that we will be able to continue.
The story so far:
The wedding-festivities that you all attended were cut short by the appearance of a young child with bloody bruises and acidic burns. Parents in the room now discovered that their children were missing and started to panic.
Search parties were formed and sent into the Mushroom Forest, where the children were headed. Your group has found the children's tracks and followed them deeper into the forest, ending in what seems to be a struggle.
Then the tracks multiplied; intensified. And at the same time the distinct smell of surfacing mould reached their nostrils as if they were in an old basement. Some of them knew from experience that the smell would only get stronger if they went deeper into the sea of mushrooms.
The intensification of the tracks gave every indication of a struggle. The ground was upturned, mushrooms knocked over, and surrounding the scene of the fight were dozens of little dents in the loose earth. It was like somebody had poked small holes into the sand with a finger or a thin spear. A series of these tracks lead away from the fight.
The dented tracks were their only lead, and so they followed these as well. Though they went deeper into the forest who or whatever had created them was staying on the pathway formed by visitors and unseen creatures.
With their noses on the ground, the high caps with long gills seemed to loom over them even more. It was as if they were alone in a grizzly, alien cavern in the deepest of layers of the Abyss. Insects buzzed at times, and the mushrooms around them seemed to whisper infectious lies of disorientation. This forest might have been a part of their kingdom, but it surely wasn’t their home terrain. Even Hammer and Niaou’li, who both were very close to nature, though each in their own way, felt a certain hostility in the air.
Suddenly a loud scream sounded from the other side of a thick patch of mushrooms. It was a female Khordaldrum voice, filled with fright. Another scream followed, but was instantly cut short. They could vaguely see a light moving fast in the distance, like somebody running with a torch, but it was just for a few seconds. Then it faded away behind many thick stems and broad hoods. Something was going on, and now they had a choice to make.
So, Ayrn, you are free to start posting right now. We'll rule that you were with the search party since the beginning. I have other plans for Dragonblood's character.
I'm still wondering what to do with the players that disappeared. I think I'll have them wonder off in another direction, so that they can return later should they become active again.
Shadows of the Empire
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Is that an active game?
What's Up?
You rock, man!
I'll try to repair that later... unless you've got the info saved somewhere else, Almerin?