Re: The Hundred Acres Wood
The woman set her jaw as Roth and Shirok spoke; but neither she nor Hyglak took any kind of aggressive or seemingly threatening action against the party. Criss grunted loudly, spoke the Owl’s name once more, and then stuck his tongue out and spit. Hyglak seemed be become amused at the outwardly offensive gesture. Following the display, Criss looked at each one of the adventurers trapped within his grove, and nodded his approval of each one.
“Then you have done what we could not,” the woman says at length, her words drawing an unpleasant scowl from Hyglak. “You have slain the Owl, as evident by his Guardian Necklace,” she continues, nodding to the chain and pendant still in Shirok’s hand, “and our Master will have you as his champions.”
Hyglak and Criss sit on the logs, and Criss raises the bonfire once more. The woman retrieves a beautifully crafted lute from under her cloak. As she does, you all see a stylized rabbit sown into it. She doesn’t sit, but seem to settle over another log, strumming a few notes from the lute.
“The creature that stalked the Hundred Acer Woods was once a man,” she begins. “An honorable man and seasoned warrior. In TharĂ¼r’s last days, the Guardians were sent to keep watch and nurture the King’s beloved son, and the Owl among them. They were sealed within the magical realm of The Wood, thought to be impenetrable from the Necromancer’s dread power. But shortly after we came here The Backson appeared.
“Seeing this, the Owl, having long lamented for lives of his kin, signed a pact with the devil, and thus was transformed into the beast you slew. We do not know how the Backson got here, but we believe they are agents of The Necromancer and seek dominion over this realm as they have in our own. Criss will not allow you to leave his home until that is what is wrong has been set right.”