Sketting on the Gyre
Sketting on the Lake was a small fishing village overlooked by a ruined castle keep, a fortified palace of an old and deposed queen generations ago-
But then the hole grew, and the lake began to be consumed, and Sketting on the Gyre was shrouded in the maelstrom of a god trying to fix that hole.
Enter our caravan
- Kicked off a riverboat on account of the raging storm, we walked into town. We passed an inhabitant fleeing, and learned of the Fast, that we mustn't speak between sunrise and sunset, lest we disturb the gods of that place further. We also received a key, to use the fleeing man's home for as long as we stayed.
- We spoke with Lilac, the village headman, and learned a little more of the town's history and its three weeks of maelstrom so far. The caravan went to the house and had troubled sleep on account of the heat and humidity and the nonstop rain and thunder. When they got up for the morning, they made plans and headed to the castle keep.
- We ascended the hill to the castle, finding spring waters flowing from it and seeing fruit trees growing in the courtyard. There we encountered Ixa, the young priest and caretaker of the hallow. They invited us inside to the source of the spring and the nesting place of many of the wasp and clam gods of the area, when Valerie asked for assistance locating the grave of Aslind, and Chicory (as well as the others) expressed concern about Ixa's age. They didn't seem too concerned, being 13, but also kept apologizing for being weird on account of being raised by small gods and drinking deep of a sacred spring.
- The caravan is going to follow up with them about that next session, as well as get haunted by old compl(ex)s and possibly a hole in the world.
- Also it might be Evangeline's birthday? We're having the wettest Devil Days in the world.