Setup

Before the ancient gate of the Whispering Woods, the party faces a silent, looming tower whose cracked stone walls and clawing roots seem to reclaim the land. Varrika grips her mace, ready for physical defense, while Merrin studies the runes with a critical eye.

Jeane, hovering just above the threshold, interprets the complex ward‑runes that pulse with violet light, warning of a curse tied to the tower’s dark magic. Halie, her silver holy symbol raised, cautions against rushing in, sensing that the gate may hold more than a simple lock.