The Willow Sisters
The dreams of the people are troubled. Screams shatter the dark nights. Clerics and Magister-physicians have been called in. Apothecaries are besieged by everyone from common-folk to nobles seeking tinctures and admixtures to soothe raw nerves and drive folk into deep slumber. But most worrisome is what is happening to the children. Those who can remember fevered dreams speak of seeing terrifying others, from behind the walls of sleep. Many are struck dumb, and left lifeless, as though drained of spirit or soul.
After expending no small amount of gold, the Mayor called forth philosophers and seers to try and ascertain the natures of these wholly unnatural nightmares – plagued even themselves by the shadowy horrors that lurk in those sublime hinterlands of what should be a restful night! At the cost of the very minds of two of the more skilled adepts of these august scholars, the cause – but no solution, as yet – has been at least tacitly located!
Within the Dark Heart of the Forest, an unnatural, horrid unlife has been scried. A platoon of doughty warriors so dispatched to take stock…never returned. So the call has gone out, and adventurers gather (for indeed, with the Mayor’s squandering of lives, adventuresome types are practically all that can be spared), with only the thinnest of knowledge to work on. To strive and seek in the Dark Heart of the Forest, to extirpate the evil unknown therein, and at once bring peace to the very land!