Devon Kubacki

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Descriptions for Tabletop Storytelling - Forest Setting Journey's Dawn

Welcome to this resource I created for tabletop enthusiasts! In this little story series, you'll find descriptions of areas to use for your worldbuilding and storytelling needs!

If you intend to use these descriptions in your campaign, and you wish to record and post the adventure on YouTube or some other media site, I request that you mention Notes of Yore in the video description. (Or give a link, if you're feeling generous!) This isn't required, but I would greatly appreciate it, as it would help motivate me to create more.

You come across a clearing in the woods. Near the edges of the clearing, you see the rusty remnants of three iron cages positioned around a circle of stones commonly found around campfires. There are three skeletons that you can see poking out of the knee-high grass, one of which is clearly an orc, while the other two you can't quite identify at a glance. *Continued Next Slide

Journey's Dawn

You can hear the relaxing sounds of a small creak in the distance, accompanied by a gentle breeze that excites the symphony of rustling leaves of the surrounding forest. Birds chirp happily, blissfully unaware of the grim implications of the dead bodies. If there wasn't a trio of unburied corpses in front of you, this would be a fine place to set up camp. *Skill Checks next page

Journey's Dawn

Journey's Dawn

Survival, 11 Skill Check: 

At a closer examination of the cages, you see one of the locks has been clearly bashed open. Next to one of the other locks is a piece of metal resembling the blade of a dagger, broken at the base of the blade. The third cage appears to have just been opened normally.

History, 13 Skill Check:

You recognize this clearing from a poem you heard the local children chanting. Apparently, it's called "Journey's Dawn", and it is told to misbehaving children to try and keep them in line.

"Around the campfire, three cages imprisoned, Children crying, their homes envisioned. But fear not, for the bringer of Rosies arrived, in her pocket, a bushel of Posies, And in ashes, to ashes, they all fell down. Returned to their homes, the children free from reign, Forever scarred, but no longer in pain."