Post by freezn on May 23, 2023 3:54:19 GMT -5
It was a pleasant morning in Greatgaunt. The villagers enjoying seeing to their mundane tasks before the adventurers rose from their stupor and brought about the chaos Great Gaunt had become known for. The birds sung of spring in the air. The horses of the caravan neighed with delight as the carriage driver spoiled them with an apple. Then the ground began to shake. A constant trembling that started near the southern gate, so powerful it caused one adventurer to stumble and look about. Rumor spread from this adventurer of ghosts and monsters being the source of the trembling.
They were the rare exception however. No other brave souls had yet woken up to great that Mirtul morn. The villagers having grown accustomed to surviving through Greatguant's unnatural events scattered and fled. The farmers and few temple druids that were about quickly dispersed as the trembling epicenter moved from the southern gate, past the temple of Sylvanus to the western gate where it vanished into the distance beyond Greatgaunt's domain.
Some hours later, those brave enough to venture out west would be met by a truly horrific scene; carnage was strewn about the plain west of the village. Chunks of meat, flesh and bone were thrown about and some massive creatures insides watered the spring plants. As the adventurers awoke for the day and discovered the scene, a few of the freshly arrived were paid a handful of coins for carting off and disposing of the remains of the massive creature some had identified as a frost giant.