As the loup garou fell, lord Crimson was slain, and Brienne’s ghost was put to rest, the heroes’ job of liberating Panshaw was done. The land was free, and now began the job of repopulating. Rumors of a human settlement reached their ears through what few survivors there were in Panshaw. “The Unwavering Resistance”, they called it. Giving part of Panshaw’s lands to citizens of the Resistance was the best plan they could come up with to quickly repopulate and keep Panshaw safe without relying on the adventurers.
To get to their headquarters, the heroes needed to go through the Flimbey Woods. “Isn’t that where the fey Oasis is located?”, one of them asked. “Oh no, m’lord”, a survivor said. “If there’s any fey left, it sure is one of the unseelie court”, he added in a sad tone. “The woods are cursed, I tell you. No one who went looking for the Resistance ever came back… None in their right mind at least…” the peasant said, as the glint of tears flashed in his eyes.
Knowing they needed to get to the Unwavering Resistance and then back, the heroes were determined to cleanse Flimbey Woods. With their decades of experience in the astral sea, they were confident in their abilities, and went straight to the woods, with no attempt to avoid predators. Creatures infected with fungus, giant insectoids, wicked plants – they all fell to the party’s blades and spells.
Eventually, intelligent fey stood in their way. At first, they were aggressive. As they noticed how powerful the adventurers were, the fey used of subterfuge to try to best them. Seeing it was no use, and seemingly desperate, the party stopped meeting the unseelie fey. That is, until they reached the heart of the forest, where the Defiled Hearthold awaited them along with the wicked fey!
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