Wild, dangerous, musty.
4 Watches to the North of Mycircleum lies a wide area of twisted and gnarled trees with layered, shale-gray bark. The Elders warn less-experienced travelers to stay away from the area - Essence runs thick and wild, and the trees themselves have become animated. They flail at and ensnare any unfortunate soul that gets close enough. Be careful, and be aware!
| Dice Roll | Who’s There | Doing | Complication |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | d3 Juice Addicts | frightened; hiding | deprived |
| 2. | A lost trader and their beast of burden | desperately seeking shelter | losing goods |
| 3. | 1d6 Faction Members (EM Core) | making camp | under assault |
| 4. | d6 Spore Children | moving swiftly | followed by something hungry |
| 5. | A Grok | resting | Tree branches closing in |
| 6. | (Roll for NPC) | fighting a flailing Fir | unseen threat |
Example:
The punks spot a man who displays the clear signs of Juice addiction running full speed through the woods, eyes wide with fear. It’s not apparent what’s chasing him, but then they see it: Trees are reaching and grasping at him. As the man notices them, he waves frantically, calling for help. In that instant, a gnarly-looking birch branch coils tightly around his raised hand. He screams in terror as he is pulled inexorably towards the tree’s trunk.