Barren Dunes Battlemap (lemmy.world)
You’ve been following this winding trail through the windswept dunes for days. Ahead you see it split. You worry about the choice you have to make, with your supplies near gone.
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You’ve been following this winding trail through the windswept dunes for days. Ahead you see it split. You worry about the choice you have to make, with your supplies near gone.
Tall grasses on both sides of the road means many places to hide and ambush. The rustle of the wheat is calming, but you force yourself to keep alert.
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Your boots were waterlogged hours ago, but your party continues trudging through the marsh. Danger lurks just below the surface here, and your feet are the least of your concern.
As the sun fades it casts long shadows. Every movement from the trees reflects in the shadows and you keep thinking something is there. Roll perception.
The salty sea air fills your lungs and a constant cool breeze blows inland from here. The map led here, but where exactly is here?
The carver lives here. Every night, a new jack-o’-lantern appears in front of his home. The old hermit loves visitors and always offers hot apple cider to anyone who ventures to his neck of the woods.
As your party nears the field, fear grips your hearts and cold sweat beads. Is that a man or a monster? It’s the Scarecrow.
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“Your trek today saw you gain over 2,000’ of elevation. The thinning air makes feel a little light headed, but your journey continues.”
Over the water, you stop to take in the river and think about the choice ahead of you. Which way was town?
In this timeless forest, faeries and spirits keep the trees and shrubs in continual renewal. The air smells sweet, inviting travelers.
“She turns wandering children into pumpkins!” While you’re not sure if this is true, your party is careful not to disturb the pumpkins as you approach the crone’s cottage....
The rush of the crisp water here echoes off the cliffs nearby, carrying on the cool air. Trout jump in the water occasionally, distracting you from…
Mixed plains stretch ahead of you. The path here is so rarely travelled nature has overtaken it. Sometimes the path less travelled means finding your own way....
Nothing grows here. Nothing lives here. You were warned not to enter the Deadlands, but folktales of “adventurers never returning” never bothered you before.
Following this ancient stone path into the hills you come upon an old stone gateway. Passing through it, you feel uneasy and you ready your guard.
They say dryads one inhabited this forest. Your party hasn’t seen one yet, but watch every tree more carefully than one ought need to watch trees.
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The roaring sound of wind sifting through the falling leaves fills the air here. The rocks ahead look inviting, almost begging to be climbed on. The day is full of possibilities.
Mist and deep red light shroud this forest. No birds chirp. No animals stir. And yet, there is something here. The primal part of your brain can sense it.
Pumpkins adorn the path just out of town. The villagers put them out every year as an offering to ward off evil spirits. It has worked for them every other year…
The trees roots twist and grow unnaturally along the footpath in this dark forest. You don’t need to be a druid to sense that nature is unbalanced here.
This path seems only just enough traffic to keep clear. The pristine woods and cool air fills your soul and you hold your head a little higher and give nature a little smile.
In this cozy glade, the water churns lazily, magically, illuminated bubbles whirling. You watch it as one does a campfire, unable to advert your eyes.