Bards of this college learned long ago that if you want more people to pay attention and listen, the easiest way to make that happen is to force them to listen. Using their voices or instruments they have learned to perfect the frequencies that they project. These frequencies creep into the mind of those that hear it and slowly chokes out all other thoughts.
As a small town in the rolling hills goes about it’s normal day, people come and go. The smells of bread and forges fills the air and sounds of the market rings through the town. As the people go forward with their day, they all slowly begin to stop and look around. The faint sound of drums and cheers echo over the hills. The town guard runs to the makeshift walls fearing the worst, but are met with colorful tents being put up and ribbons flying in the wind. The people there were dancing and singing and beating their drums.
Welcome to October, folks. Just realized that we have begun our deep dive into Weres here in spooktober. I would like to say that it was a massively planned multi-media event, but it just seems that the stars have aligned for this day and time. Anyway, we are working toward our first published adventure, MANIFESTOContinue reading “Wererats: Just part of the Mischief”