Plot Hooks

Birds have begun talking in common. And they're all rude.

Zie Enola got into a fist fight with a mouthy raven.

The weather has taken an inexplicable turn toward the hot, and the snow and ice are melting. So to, are those who live here in the tundra. A foul magic is at play, and it's a race against time to save everyone as they slowly turn to slush.

Chandra Wilton thinks the answer lies at the peak of a nearby mountain.

You are being chased through the dungeon by a horde of monsters. You come to a final room with no exits but for one swirling red portal which leads to lands unknown.

Natalia Unbroken, your guide, does not wish to enter any unknown portals.

The Great Council of Wizards is to meet in the capital. There is a festival coinciding with the meeting and great throngs of people come from far and wide to take part. During the meeting, a massive explosion rocks the great tower where the meeting takes place. Chaos ensues.

Max James believes a meeting like this is just a political stunt by the cities elite to show their dominance over the poor. Talia Grail don't trust magic, never will.

The King and Queen are throwing a ball. ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY

Hardwin Shad might shave their legs.

Every year on the night before your birthday, you dream that you are murdered by a man in black armour. You find yourself in an inn, the innkeeper is an old man. On the mantle is a wicked looking sword and familiar black armour...

Kimberly Duffield says the innkeeper used to be an infamous adventurer many decades before. Tiatha Banes says the innkeeper's exploits are mostly unknown, as is where he got his armour.

Odd mushrooms have sprouted up in the forest. And on anyone who touches them. Those infected seem to be acting...strangely.

Olivier Echols has one of the mushrooms growing on their forehead.

Another world has appeared in the sky, very near to this world.

Sisco Frost thinks they might exist on that world, and have a better life.

You find a beautifully crafted helmet. You put it on and after a few moments you hear a voice, "Yes... let the slaughter begin...". You are unable to remove the helmet.

Sylvie Jordan suggests you don't wear the helmet until you have it inspected by a wizard. Aubrey Moran says a wizard will just try to take it, might as well wear it.