Session Date: January 26th, 2026
(Purple text is Mythic rolls/questions, Dark red is D&D 5E rolls)
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The curse of lycanthropy is rumored to have been born in the Towering Wood. Tales of the Moonspeaker druids suggest that the first lycathropes were five champions of the shifter species, overtaken by a great evil they were hunting. Chaos overrode their minds and hearts and turned them into ravenous beasts that spread the curse to others through bite and claw.[1]
About 170 years ago, in 830 YK, the Towering Wood experienced a surge of lycanthropy through the influence of an unknown dark power in the forest.[2] Werewolves and wererats attacked and infiltrated the western farmlands of Aundair. In a state of emergency in 832 YK, the Church of the Silver Flame in Thrane sent a wave of templars to Aundair to address the threat, under the orders of Keeper of the Flame Jolan Sal.[2]
Aundair did not serve as the only front of this war on lycanthropes. The shifters of the Towering Wood were also attacked by lycanthropes and did their best to hold off the threat, even when the curse would corrupt some of their own.[1] Because shifters can turn into lycanthrope-like creatures, and many of the attackers on Western Aundair were cursed shifters, rumors spread that shifters were “weretouched” and therefore a threat.
An extremist sect of the Silver Flame known as the “Pure Flame” sought to burn out all threats they believed were corrupted and cursed. They deemed all who could transform into wild beasts as agents of darkness, including shifters.[1]
This “Silver Crusade” lasted for fifty years. The first two decades were the bloody war between the two sides that led to the dark power in the Wood finally retreating and dissipating. The remaining thirty years saw the Pure Flame rooting out and slaying any lycanthrope they could find across Khorvaire – and murdering innocent shifters in the process.[2]
Following the Last War, it is rare to see a lycanthrope. Many of Aundair’s citizens believe they’ve been fully exterminated. Those who live in the Eldeen Reaches believe they still exist, only coming out during the darkest of nights.
To this day, citizens of northern Khorvaire still feel the threat of lycanthropy as they look over their shoulders into the darkness.
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Scene 5: Anxious Meeting
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Sunlight peeks out through the towering trees as we each start to awake under the stony awning. The werewolf has now turned back into a wood elf that matches the description from the halfling woman.
d10 roll vs Chaos Factor: 4 vs 4 – Interrupt Scene – New NPC – feeble, active – jewelry, old – loyalty, power
(“Is it a person from the forest?” – No, “Are they from Aundair?” – Yes, “Are they part of the Silver Flame?” – Ex. No, “Is the wood elf husband from Aundair?” – No, “Is the halfling wife from Aundair?” – Yes, “Is this older person looking for the husband too?” – Ex Yes)
As my eyes glaze open from my prolonged meditation, I make out a figure that is moving towards us. I jolt up and grasp my mace, pointing it at the figure. “Who are you?” I exclaim, causing Abby as well as the wood elf to jolt awake too.
An older halfling man, looking to be of considerable wealth and wearing clothes that would typically be worn by nobles of Aundair, waves his hand tiredly in front of his chest. He looks over at the wood elf.
“Ah! Elkas, there you are! Welcey is worried sick about you! She said these two kind folks headed this way.” The old man wipes his forehead with a handkerchief, placing it back into a pocket of his doublet. “Whew, I’m well beyond my travel years it seems!”
Elkas, the wood elf, nervously acknowledges the man. “Father-in-law? What are you doing here? You should be in Aundair.”
“Ahh, well, I happened to be in the area early this morning and decided I’d visit my dear daughter and her husband. That’s when I saw the wreckage of the house and heard from Welcey about your disappearance.” The old halfling takes a seat on a nearby stone, patting his forehead again with his handkerchief as he catches his breath.
Abby and I look at each other as I put away my mace, turning our eyes back to the elderly man. As Elkas moves towards the halfling and they murmur in a low voice amongst themselves, Abby saunters over to my side and leans down to speak in my ear:
“What’s an Aundairian doing this far out? Even worse, he can’t know of the wood elf’s lycanthropic affliction. He’s liable to freak out and we can’t have this news spread, especially not to Aundair,” Abby whispers. She pulls back and a grave expression marks her face as she side-eyes the halfling man once more.
I think for a moment. Then I step forward towards the wood elf and the halfling. But as I do, Elkas steps back with a worried expression ghosting across his features.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. The halfling man turns towards me, “Well, I just want to know what happened, dear eladrin. I’ve known Elkas for a long time and I trust him, but this has never happened before!”
I turn back towards Abby, her worry trickling in alongside the wood elf’s. “Well – your son-in-law seems to have experienced a run-in with some tricksy fey. I just recently met with a little girl who was having awful nightmares caused by dark fey magic. It’s possible here that Elkas experienced the same thing and it threw him in a panic. They can be quite the awful experience, so I don’t blame him.”
(Persuasion – DC 15 (Adv) – 16-1 – Success)
“Oh my!” the halfling man explains, a shocked expression across his face. “Well then no wonder!”
(“Does the halfling man take notice of Elkas’ ripped clothing?” – No)
“I know of some mages that might be able to help with that, old boy. Let’s get you over there promptly!” The halfling man wavers as he stands, turning and motioning for Elkas to follow.
Abby steps forward, hooves sifting through the dirt. “I apologize, sire, but I suggest I take this man to the Wardens. They are of these trees and I am closely connected to them.” I see a small bead of sweat trickle across her brow line, outlining a small scar detailing her eyebrow.
I touch Abby’s forearm in a hurry as I cast Guidance, doing so as soon as she starts speaking and before the old man turns. The magic surges through her forearm and her posture and expression change from one of worry to one of confidence.
(Abby – Persuasion – DC 15 (Use Inspiration for Advantage) – 11+0 – add Guidance (+4) – Abby Succeeds)
The old man turns back around and I release Abby’s forearm, the magic dissipating. “Well…I suppose that wouldn’t hurt. I already don’t trust the Silver Flame and the mages of Aundair can be…fickle. Okay, miss, I’ll allow you to take him. But, shall we return to my daughter first? I can’t bear her sorrow any longer.”
“Of course, sire,” I pipe up.
We gather our things and make our way back along the path we followed to find Elkas. Elkas seems to have calmed down, though a sense of worry about his affliction still marks his face. He’s quiet the trip back as his father-in-law starts to yap about all the different kinds of Aundarian wine.
Scene End – Reduce CF to 3 – Add “cure wood elf of lycanthropy with the Wardens” to threads, add halfling father-in-law to characters.
References:
[1] Keith Baker (2020). Exploring Eberron. (Dungeon Masters Guild), pp. 45.
[2] Keith Baker (2020). Exploring Eberron. (Dungeon Masters Guild), pp. 12-14.
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