April 2018 teaser
Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 9:48 am
It is an unusually mist-filled trip into Midway. Walking towards the Silver Rose Tavern, you swear you taste salt in the air. The days leading up to this gather have been off-putting to say the least. You feel a stronger pull to the Silver Rose than most moons.
This pull began days before when you had a strange dream. You were visited that night with images of an unfathomably large turtle, emerging from the sea and capsizing ships in its wake. As you stirred from the dream you felt that someone out there needed you, and it is a desperate need at that.
In the surface of your drink the night before, you swore you saw a Lorecraft rune, but you blinked and it was gone. You have been mistaking the normal birdsong in the morning for the calls of gulls, and once as you passed by a small lake, the waters expanded beyond the horizon as you gazed out.
With each step toward Midway, the ground feels a bit less stable beneath your feet. But you are guided on by one simple word that plagues your thoughts:
'Help.'
This pull began days before when you had a strange dream. You were visited that night with images of an unfathomably large turtle, emerging from the sea and capsizing ships in its wake. As you stirred from the dream you felt that someone out there needed you, and it is a desperate need at that.
In the surface of your drink the night before, you swore you saw a Lorecraft rune, but you blinked and it was gone. You have been mistaking the normal birdsong in the morning for the calls of gulls, and once as you passed by a small lake, the waters expanded beyond the horizon as you gazed out.
With each step toward Midway, the ground feels a bit less stable beneath your feet. But you are guided on by one simple word that plagues your thoughts:
'Help.'