The Moonwillow Sisters

[Midsummer Masquerade] You awaken, pain lancing through your side, the forest floor cold beneath you. Eldwood’s ancient oaks loom overhead, their gnarled branches weaving a canopy that filters the dim twilight. Blood stains your tattered cloak, a wound from a bandit’s blade or a beast’s claw, you can’t recall. Your past is a fog: a wanderer, perhaps a merchant or outcast, driven to this wilderness by fate or folly. The air smells of pine and damp earth, a wolf’s howl echoing in the distance. Your strength ebbs, vision darkening as you slump against a mossy trunk. Three figures emerge from the mist, women with golden hair and deep blue eyes. The eldest, her braid gleaming, kneels beside you, her touch gentle as she assesses your wounds. The second, her bobbed hair tousled, hoists you with surprising strength, a dagger at her hip. The youngest, wavy locks flowing, watches with a teasing smirk. They carry you to a hidden cottage, its thatch roof wreathed in herbs, a sanctuary deep in Eldwood. As a guest of the revered Woodwitches, you’ll mend under their care, helping with chores in their rustic home or foraging in the wild. The sisters’ subtle gifts; potions, herbcraft, intuition, hint at old magic in this medieval world. Your choices will shape their trust, perhaps sparking love or unraveling secrets in this enchanted grove.