Citizen Zook. Journeyman Questers, Episode 9

Dusk falls over the Aercine canopy, tendrils of shadow creeping across the forest floor and mingling with the corrupting thorns which writhe their way incessantly across this once-sacred wood. But whereas ordinarily the forest night would teem and trill with the sombre hooting of owls, the croaking of toads, the yowl of a fox or any other number of myriad chirps and tuts emanating from the lives which forage their bounty under the night sky, this eve is different. A stillness hangs across the moss and branch, and even the brook seems reserved in it’s wet patter.

For a pale moon looms over the sky-mounting apex of High Canopy, and all forms of woodland life have sent their representatives to this parliament of foliage to find consensus in the Moon Meet. Grave faces with sombre expressions must now determine this most pressing business; what is to be done about the Dwarves of Cinderhelm?

There are soft hearts which call for peace and calloused ones which yearn for blood. The Arch Druids are collected, and now the fundamental elements of this world must debate via animated rhetoric the case for the Dwarves’ expulsion, appeasement or slaughter.

The decision of this Moon Meet will determine the fate of the entire forest, perhaps the world beyond, and perchance even worlds beyond this. For all things which sup from the bounty of this land are connected, each element in a graceful and endless dance, eternally rising and falling in tandem. And the effects of a blow struck in this world may echo out unto the vast blackened void above, before cascading down unto all possible realities beyond the horizon.

And many eyes are watching...