NPCs
Cador Brennet is a sage consulted by the party regarding the mysterious banner. His answer is here.
Crown is Earl Belintime's right-hand man. He's a middle-aged, balding, tough-as-nails fighter.
Dame Selene is one of the governors of Shalanholt. She briefly met with the party and recommended they speak to Cador Brennet. Her raven black hair is mostly silver, and her no-nonsense manner means very few people waste her time twice.
Deadlord Iokim is a priest of Orod in Shalanholt. His dour, humorless nature have not won him many friends.
Earl Belintime is the other governor of Shalanholt. He's a solid, reliable leader.
Gervin and Dabin are two gnomish fighters from Wyl Arden.
Una is a mysterious, apparently sentient, construct that met with the party in Shalanholt. The conversation is here.
Groups
The Black Legion, aka the Fourth Amerite Legion, was the imperial legion that subdued the Woodmarches a thousand years ago, and disappeared. Their patron deity was Orod, and their symbol was a raven.
The Autumn Kings were a power in the early Woodmarch. They fought the Black Legion, but were defeated. They were then made the governors of the region for the Amerite Empire. The Autumn Kings eventually died out, leaving only the Knights of the Oak.
The Knights of the Oak are an ancient order of knighthood created by the Autumn Kings. Very few members remain; one of them lives in Wyl Arden.
The Brindish Horde, aka the Brindars, are a collection (or army) of mongrel humanoids assembled by a covey of hags known as the Three Sisters of Brindish.
Places
Wyl Arden is a small gnomish village in the Shalanwode.
Shalanholt is the bastion of civilization in the Woodmarch, a place of adventurers and adventure.
The Widdershin Hills are spider-infested highlands near Shalanholt.
Stuff
The party received a mysterious, unsigned message while in Shalanholt:
The paper appears to be of cheap quality, and the simple message is written in large, slightly blotchy letters.
“As the Path from Summer to Winter leads, so too must You go. The bones of Legions are cold as ice; covered o’er by Fallen leaves. But beware the Darkness that comes as Summer fades, and the triple storms that herald its end; both and all are your enemies.”
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