Dungeons and Dragons Campaign Session 1

Oaths of Catraeth

There’s a snuffling in your ear. You snap awake, swaying in the scratchy, netting hammock that’s been your bed for the last week or so. ‘Morning.’ It’s a gravelly, whispery croak. An eye winks at you from the gloom. ‘You talk in your sleep, you know? Should be careful with that. Might let things slip. And that’s something you can’t afford where you’re headed. You’ve about a day left to get that in order, mhm. Got to keep your secrets there, on the Isles. Be chaos otherwise, mhm. They’ve all got their secrets. Thought they could forget them, leave them behind, back on the mainland. But they have a habit of catching up. Yup, best to keep them close. Those who don’t, lose themselves there. In the woods, the marshes, the fjords. Their minds wander, fixing on them past mistakes. So many lost. Some turn up -…