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| Drought | | Author: Daniel Hodges | | System: d20 Dungeons and Dragons [filter] | | Category: Fantasy [filter] | | Type: Scenario [filter] | | After many dry dusty days bouncing across the scorched red wastes of the Kalandran
plains, the caravan you are guarding finally reaches Wortten’s Grove. A large village on
the banks of the Farris River, Wortten’s Grove has prospered for many years as a waystation
for travelers crossing the arid plains between the cities of Ran-pur in the east and
Halton in the west.
Moving through the outskirts of the village you notice that the crops, almost ready for
harvest, are untended and withering in the hot sun. Casting your eyes about you, you also
see the network of irrigation ditches that criss-cross the farms are bone dry. Feelings of
unease begin to grow inside you as moments later your caravan detours around a frail
cow with distressed eyes gently trying to push her lifeless calf towards an empty water
trough.
As you approach an ancient looking bridge covered with Dwarven runes it becomes clear
why the crops look withered. A muddy trickle is all that now remains of the Farris. What
has become of the great river? | | Views: (7162) [sort] | | Comments: (6) Rating: 5.0 [sort] | | 2006-03-20 19:19:01 [sort] |
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