How Adventures Begin
It had started about a week before. Two priests of the Hedronia sect had met each other on a roadway, each one heading for the same destination.
After learning that each had been struggling with dreams that had called them toward the White River, each was relieved that they had not gone insane. But relief had been followed by troubling thoughts.
"Where should we go?"
"What do the dreams mean?"
"We must fast and meditate."
They continued toward the White River, seeking signs known only to the wise. They fasted each day, taking only water and mushrooms known to aid visions and dreams. They chanted each night until exhaustion forced sleep.
On the fifth night of their vigil, both dreamed of a cave hidden by an ancient grove. The next day they arrived.
The dreams did not predict the staff floating near the entrance, it's tip glowing with blue swirling mist. The dreams did not say what to do now.
And the adventure began.
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