2 - The Revenant’s Pact
The Revenant’s Pact The Whispering Minstrel Tavern buzzed with a low murmur, the kind of whisper that seemed to fill every shadowed corner of the dimly lit room. The flickering light of candles cast eerie silhouettes across the aged wooden walls, a reminder of stories long forgotten and rumors best left unheard. Moonshine, the young druid with his ever-present calm, sensed the tension in the air. He scanned the room, his perceptive eyes catching the nervous glances exchanged among the patrons. At a worn wooden table by the hearth, Eddred the Elder’s voice was barely a murmur above the quiet but heavy chatter. “They say there’s a figure up there,” he intoned, his voice rough and grave, “a figure bound to the old altar—one twisted by dark magic and vengeance.” His eyes, dim with the weight of years, settled on each party member in turn, lingering an extra moment on Corvum. Corvum, the warlock whose soul was steeped in shadows, held his breath as he listened. The fragments of Kelari...