Through the gnarled mossy branches you can make out the dancing green lights, still ahead, closer now. The sound of merry singing and thumping bass rings faintly through the cold woods. The tree roots seem to clutch at you unnaturally, but you crawl forward until you see it — there is a great feast going on in the grove, going on forever. A woodland king is there with a crown of leaves, fountains flow with gravy, and you cannot count or describe the things that are there to eat or drink. As you peer into the circle, one of your companions charges forward into the flickering light, and all the torches go out at once as if by magic.

You sit bolt upright in your bed, immediately waking from your strangely vivid dream. Your adventurer’s keen senses tell you that something is amiss. But as you look around, you can see that you are safely alone in your cottage. Just a dream, then. You shake your head to clear the remnants of sleep. It had been so vivid — you and your adventuring party had been in pursuit of a magnificent golden-brown fowl, like a peacock but with feathers of brass and gold and sporting a magnificent ruby wattle. You had quested after it deep into the Old Wood, and that’s where you had seen the green light…

Wait, what is that scratching sound outside your door? You weren’t alone after all! Fool, you must have missed a perception roll! You fling open the door, but no one is there. All you see are a single feather, glinting like brass in the moonlight, and a note.

Come to the Old Tom Tavern under the waning giblet moon on 11/26/26 for a chance at riches beyond imagining.

Ask for Marcel

You turn the note over cautiously. There’s nothing more. Who sent this cryptic note? Could it be some menace from your past, finally catching up to you? Surely not — you’ve outrun all of that. You’re getting carried away, staring at feathers in the night and jumping at shadows from long ago. You splash water on your face to banish these daemons and get your head screwed on straight, and you give yourself a good look in the mirror.