Wardenwood is a small, tight-knit forest village clustered around an ancient well, its houses half-swallowed by moss and root; paths lead outward to logging tracks and shadowed hunting grounds while the inn serves as the social heart, though whispers about the deep cistern curdle conversation behind closed doors.
Lanterns line a well that breathes cold and remembers.
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Innkeeper
A broad-shouldered woman with kind eyes who babysteps around hard choices to hold the village together.
Ex-logger
A gaunt former logger whose skin shows strange mottling and who mutters of moonlit corridors.
Herbalist and scout leader
A lean half-elf with ink-stained fingers who mixes salves and lays snares with equal skill.
Cleric
A gentle-faced cleric who binds wounds and speaks softly of penance and warding.
Retired hunter
A scarred, grizzled man whose hands still know the pull of bowstrings and traps.
General merchant
A small, quick-eyed trader who remembers every traveler and every debt.
General goods
A cramped stall of sundries and traded goods tucked beside the inn.
Herbalist
A low-smoke hut where dried herbs hang from rafters and poultices are brewed in iron pots.
Hunters, weary roadkeepers, and villagers seeking news and a warm bed.
A low-ceilinged inn with a single common room, a low hearth, and a back chamber for sick guests.
Militant
An informal group of hunters and scouts who patrol the wood and protect the village in exchange for rations.
Economic
Innkeeper-run cooperative that handles grain sharing, lodging of travelers, and barter of goods.
Secret society
A hidden circle that venerates the old moon rites and seeks to cloak afflicted kin.
An ancient stone gate half-buried in moss that hums faintly on moonlit nights.
A shallow barrow with carved runes that sometimes leak cold air and echoes of chanting.
A ring of silverleaf trees where the moonlight seems thicker and tracks vanish.
Collapsed water channels near the well where bones and rusted iron sometimes wash up.
The cistern opens into an ancient subterranean structure inhabited by both undead and werewolves.
At least one respected villager is afflicted with lycanthropy and is being sheltered by sympathizers.
Waystone Chapel holds a binding on a restless barrow spirit that is weakening.
Some say the cistern leads to a buried temple older than the kingdom.
A faded tune from the depths keeps certain children awake at night.
A trader bought a barrow charm that glowed on a stormy evening
Below the Well
Descend the cistern into the ancient structure to stop a rising brood of undead and confront werewolf entrants before the next full moon.
Whispers of the Moon
Investigate who within the village tends the Moonblood Circle and decide whether to expose them or broker peace.
A Cure for Rot
Find ingredients and ritual components to attempt a cure for Garrin's rot fever before it claims him or spreads.
The Blooded Trail
Track a pack of blood-maddened wolves to their den and discover whether they are beasts, cursed kin, or controlled by a deeper power.
