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= | =The Frostbitten Choir= | ||
[[File:Time-Icon.png|40px]] There's no wagon, no cart, no ring, just two Elves standing close together at the edge of the market oval, and a patch of grass around them gone white with frost that never quite spreads and never quite melts. Their wares are laid on cloths spread directly on the frozen ground: blades that fog in warm air, robes that never seem to need mending, instruments strung with something that isn't quite gut or wire. Nobody has ever seen them set up. They're simply there, or they aren't. | |||
Lira and Faelan Rimesong are siblings, cold to the touch, pale in a way that has nothing to do with the season. Faelan tends the ice-forged arms and armor, silent and precise, testing every edge against his own palm before he'll sell it. Lira tends everything else, humming low and wordless while she works, a sound that frosts the air a little further out with every phrase. Buyers say the humming is the strangest part of the whole stall: not sad, not eerie exactly, just endless, like she's been humming the same unfinished song since long before anyone thought to ask her name. | |||
==Event== | |||
Roll 1d6 on a 6, The humming stops. Just for a moment, both siblings go completely still, and the frost around their feet creeps a few inches further across the grass before receding. Neither of them explains, and neither seems to notice they've done it. | |||
==Local Gathering== | ==Local Gathering== | ||
Roll | Roll 1 time on this table | ||
{| class="wikitable" | {| class="wikitable" style="color:black; background-color:#efeae2;border: 2px solid #B21224;" | ||
! Roll 1d6 !! Townsfolk | ! Roll 1d6 !! Townsfolk | ||
|- | |- | ||
| '''1''' | | '''1''' - '''3''' || [[Faelan Rimesong|<span style="color:#A6932B">'''Faelan Rimesong</span>]] The Frostbitten Choir | ||
|- | |- | ||
| '''6''' || [[ | | '''4''' - '''6''' || [[Lira Rimesong|<span style="color:#A6932B">'''Lira Rimesong</span>]] The Frostbitten Choir | ||
|} | |} | ||
==Travel Locations== | ==Travel Locations== | ||
* | *To the '''[[CCVV-0087|Farmers Market Center]]''' | ||
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Latest revision as of 17:05, 8 July 2026
| Dicey Dangers, The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | Game by Joel Hills |
The Frostbitten Choir
There's no wagon, no cart, no ring, just two Elves standing close together at the edge of the market oval, and a patch of grass around them gone white with frost that never quite spreads and never quite melts. Their wares are laid on cloths spread directly on the frozen ground: blades that fog in warm air, robes that never seem to need mending, instruments strung with something that isn't quite gut or wire. Nobody has ever seen them set up. They're simply there, or they aren't.
Lira and Faelan Rimesong are siblings, cold to the touch, pale in a way that has nothing to do with the season. Faelan tends the ice-forged arms and armor, silent and precise, testing every edge against his own palm before he'll sell it. Lira tends everything else, humming low and wordless while she works, a sound that frosts the air a little further out with every phrase. Buyers say the humming is the strangest part of the whole stall: not sad, not eerie exactly, just endless, like she's been humming the same unfinished song since long before anyone thought to ask her name.
Event
Roll 1d6 on a 6, The humming stops. Just for a moment, both siblings go completely still, and the frost around their feet creeps a few inches further across the grass before receding. Neither of them explains, and neither seems to notice they've done it.
Local Gathering
Roll 1 time on this table
| Roll 1d6 | Townsfolk |
|---|---|
| 1 - 3 | Faelan Rimesong The Frostbitten Choir |
| 4 - 6 | Lira Rimesong The Frostbitten Choir |
Travel Locations
- To the Farmers Market Center
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The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | ******************************************************************************************************************************************** |