random event
My, my, my, they do arrive. Many of them sick, many of them not, accompanied by farmers from the field as well as a few hunters in the wood. And when they’ve all gathered to her call, her singing slows.
It drifts off, echoing into the woods, and she spins in a few dancing circles, tattered dress spinning in the wind, until she stops, hollowed out eyes focused on the leopard in the trees.
And the game begins. Faster than it looks like she can manage, she zips along the grasses, passing by everyone there until she’s climbing up the trees, aimed for Chulane’s throat.
The banshee has pickedChulane for lunch. Do the rest of you help or abandon him?
Moving this down to 24 hours to respond to keep it moving!
It drifts off, echoing into the woods, and she spins in a few dancing circles, tattered dress spinning in the wind, until she stops, hollowed out eyes focused on the leopard in the trees.
And the game begins. Faster than it looks like she can manage, she zips along the grasses, passing by everyone there until she’s climbing up the trees, aimed for Chulane’s throat.
The banshee has picked
Moving this down to 24 hours to respond to keep it moving!
