Once more, title says it all
Some mighty strange things happen on The Stolen World..........
EDIT CLEANED THIS UP A LOT!!!!!!!!!
freetext Friday: Bishop
Even dreams can be deadly
A loose organization of those touched by the elemental plane of Smoke to combat the PCs
Performance art in Refuge Beneath the Waves
A 100 word sub-culture/cult for Refuge Beneath the Waves
A 100ish word musical styling sub-culture in Refuge Beneath the Waves
"Machine is all
Machine is Mother
Machine is Father
Machine is God'
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.