Tonight, Saturday, March 8th at 5pm Mountain Time, I will be playing in a one-shot, live play DM'ed by the DLSaga YouTube channel favorite Lauren. Join us live on the Eviliv3 Play YouTube or Twitch Channel.
The people of Hope's Hollow are blessed. Their crops never rot, they never grow sick, and their children never die young. Some who have passed through have told stories of rain only falling on the crops.
The Governess of the town would tell the curious that "the favor of the Gods smile upon the town" though she only smiles when someone is wise enough to ask which gods.
For while the people of Hope's Hollow are blessed, they are also cursed. All light creates shadow and when the sun dips below the Brandock Mountain Range, Hope's Hollow descends into The Realm of The Nightingale - a land of darkness and shadows as twisted and rotted as the roots of a diseased tree. And when they wake, they have no memory of what atrocities they may have committed... what their hands may have done.
That is the trade that has been made for the city of Hope's Hollow. For eternal joy in the light, they must bend to the will of The Burp Hag: the creature who rules The Nightingale. Her goals are mysterious, but she always has a hateful errand at the ready. She always needs more.
Good morning fellow D&D lovers,
Tonight, Saturday, March 8th at 5pm Mountain Time, I will be playing in a one-shot, live play DM'ed by the DLSaga YouTube channel favorite Lauren. Join us live on the Eviliv3 Play YouTube or Twitch Channel.
Saturday, March 8th at 5pm Mountain Time
https://youtube.com/live/A9q4Q8ljREk
About Eve of the Nightingale
The people of Hope's Hollow are blessed. Their crops never rot, they never grow sick, and their children never die young. Some who have passed through have told stories of rain only falling on the crops.
The Governess of the town would tell the curious that "the favor of the Gods smile upon the town" though she only smiles when someone is wise enough to ask which gods.
For while the people of Hope's Hollow are blessed, they are also cursed. All light creates shadow and when the sun dips below the Brandock Mountain Range, Hope's Hollow descends into The Realm of The Nightingale - a land of darkness and shadows as twisted and rotted as the roots of a diseased tree. And when they wake, they have no memory of what atrocities they may have committed... what their hands may have done.
That is the trade that has been made for the city of Hope's Hollow. For eternal joy in the light, they must bend to the will of The Burp Hag: the creature who rules The Nightingale. Her goals are mysterious, but she always has a hateful errand at the ready. She always needs more.
Tonight, she needs paint from a man named Nolzur.
-Adam
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