The ceremony started off nice enough. A sudden swell of music announces the bride and groom’s approach. Kailah and Elyin emerge from the chapel of Shelyn with the priestess Viviana by their side. Bridesmaids and musicians follow behind. Guests immediately gather in the amphitheater at the center of the grove. Once the procession reaches the gazebo, Viviana announces a song from Shelyn. She nods briefly to the musicians for accompaniment and starts to sing.
In mid-song, Viviana suddenly stops and gasps in pain, swatting a bee on her forearm. A low, booming buzz then erupts from the treeline behind her as thousands more bees rise into the air. The roiling mass of insect separates into two and heads straight into the gathered crowd, eliciting screams of terror.
The party leaps to inaction. Some learning that swarms, of a certain type, are unaffected by weapons and others learning that certain spells are not area effect. While some help party guest evacuate, those that are prepared enough manage to take down one of the swarms. The idea is hatched to collapse the food tent on top of the remaining swarm. Several characters man the tent poles and await the swarm lead in by Oliverus. The tent is brought down on the swarm. But then the tent is alight because of the cooking fires that were still going under it when it was collapsed. None the less, the last swarm is terminated.
Only a brief moment later though, Tenzekil Braybittle announces his presence when he says “Fools! You shall rue the day you shunned my pallid condition and laughed at my losses! Know your doom has come! When Queen Rhoswen arrives, all will perish—you will choke upon her mist, die by her thorns, and fall before her armies! May you forever suffer the curses of the Fellnight fey! Tenzekil shall have his revenge on you all!”
After his lovely speech, three Fellnight spriggans emerge from the forest and attack the party. Braybittle casts a Wall of Thorns across the battle field to allow the spriggans a movement advantage. Several party members are brought to the verge of death from spriggan shrapnel as the party, with artillery help from some of the villagers, dispatches the spriggans. Dieter manages to find Braybittle in the forest for a little while. It turns out that it was just an illusion.
The next morning the town is enveloped by a fog of mysterious origin. The party is found by Elyin Ursage, a ranger and the groom of the failed wedding. He asks them, for the town council, if the party will help investigate what is going on.
Elyin can give the party the following information:
Who is Tenzekil? “He’s a local beekeeper. A depressed little gnome. He succumbed to the Bleaching about 2 years ago and disappeared several weeks back. He surprised everyone by showing up again for the wedding.”
What’s causing the mist? “I don’t know, but it’s really scaring the townsfolk. If Tenzekil’s threats prove true, this could be the beginning of something worse.”
Is there anyone who might know more? “There is a druid named Devarre. He lives somewhere west of town—he makes his home in the woods, but no one knows exactly where. He usually finds travelers before they find him, but some of the fey of the forest know for certain.”
What did Tenzekil mean about Queen Rhoswen and the Fellnight fey? “I have no idea. Many fey live in the forest, but I’ve never heard any of them called that before.”
What are you going to do while we’re gone? “The Foresthawks and I will prepare a defense in case an army does march on Bellis.”
The party heads out the next day and gets lost. They end up circling back around and marching through Bellis again. The party does eventually find their way away from Bellis and out in to the forest in search of Devarre.
After a brief time in the forest, the party comes to a rest. A slender, furtive figure separates from one of the trees at the edge of camp. It takes only a couple of steps and then collapses to the ground with a gasp of pain. “Please… you must help us!” a small voice implores. “They came from the shadows… inside the mist! My sisters are dying! They’re burning our trees! We have nowhere else to turn! You must help!”
Who did this to you? “Spriggans. Horrid little gnomes. Half-plant and fully malicious, they grow like weeds. Legends tell of such creatures once locked away in a place called the Fellnight Realm. But that was… thousands of years ago.”
Who are you? “I am Breena. A dryad born of the Second World.”
There are more of you? “Yes. My four older sisters—Averdine, Fira, Hana, and Sebille. They urged me to
find help while they defend our grove. Please don’t let them die!”
Where do you live? “Our grove lies in a clearing ofpaueliel trees just south of here. Follow the gully like
a trail and it will take you there. Hurry!” (Paueliels are silvery softwood trees that rise to over a hundred feet and are said to have ties to the First World)
After a few question, she dies killed along with her tree in their grove.