The Wilds - Deadly Lights

"We have to get out of here," hisses Raúguey. "Those things are busy. Let's start creeping west, and put some distance between us and them."

"I go first," says Mordikarr, "Move quiet, move careful." The beastmaster slips between the first trees and quickly vanishes from those still trying to blink away the effects of the glowing creatures' whining call.

The Wilds - Dancing Lights

"We have to stop. They're too fast for us. Too close. We're better off together and facing whatever they are as a group than trying to fight and walk." Ohwatoo seems very sure of himself.

Raúguey, who has been pushing for more speed, looks back at the glowing spots flickering between branches and leaves. "Maybe you're right," he sighs. "Let's dig in. He hefts the sword of bees, and looks around for a good spot, but there is little to recommend anything within reach of the party's light sources. Just trees and undergrowth and...

Tile of the Week #28

The latest Tile of the Week entry. This week's crossroads, at first glance, appears to be a set of blocked up passages, but a little investigation shows a twisty passage connecting things up. Why were they blocked? I vote for chuds.

The Wilds - Night Chase

Nothing like a chase scene at night to bring some focus to the party...

The Wilds - Ill-met by Starlight

After finding the corpses, and Maro's weird experience attempting to speak with one of the dead, the party is... freaked out. "We gotta get out of this place," mutters Durego.

Tile of the Week #27

The latest Tile of the Week entry. Number 27 is a four-way crossing with some heat. Who knows what that statue is, perhaps the demon lord of lava and flame.

Wilds - Rivers: Nature's Roadways

Stymied by the lake and river to the south, the party turns east, following the river's course in hopes of finding a ford that will allow passage. Almost immediately, they regret this choice. The shores of the lake and river's banks prove to be swampy, overgrown, and wet; the group has to hack and force a winding path through clinging briars, soggy reeds, and dense stands of willow and birch. Ingvild finds a nice pool of quicksand, and Rocky the mule narrowly avoids another. It takes the rest of the afternoon to progress only a few miles along the treacherous riverbank.