[A Growing Threat Beneath the Weald]

[Bearic]

Throughout the Weald of Ring 98 does the soft echo of a phrase repeating scream through the cold night air.

TIME FOR HARVEST, WEEDS!

Writhing  dead drawn forward by plant matter lumber along the disturbed forest grounds scattering wild life to the winds.

TIME FOR HARVEST, WEEDS!

Ancient caves fill with twisting barbs, orange unearthly glow, and the sight of pumpkin and gourd.

TIME FOR HARVEST, WEEDS!!

A supposed source of this blight is located by companies of adventurers and otherwise...





(OOC: https://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/generic?iso=20211028T19&p0=55&font=cursive)