A gnome king has been poisoned, but the only cure is the fruit of a tree that grows deep within the Wailwell. The Wailwell is the folk name for an ancient elf underlands colony, whose inhabitants got infected by a plague, and when the Elven King of the time found out, he quarantined it, leaving them all to die. Subsequently, many of the settlement's inhabitants rose as accursed banshees, forever wondering the cave-halls of their lost home.
While meeting the banshees head on is not an option, the king's children who are now rushing to help their father know a certain druid weaver, who is said to produce fabric so fine it can muffle the sound of heartbeats...
Green Eire is in disarray. While the initial revolution is a success, the many factions now vying for power aren't making things easy. Lady Morthaus was a mighty drow sorceress who willingly became a banshee after her death, and is one of the last things keeping things even remotely smooth, as all sides fear both her physical and her political power.
Unfortunately for the moot, though, a drow hero recently managed to enact massive reforms, helping drow society abandon their backwards ways and leading them into a brighter future. While this was generally very well recieved among other races, those who personally know the Lady realize that she now feels that the wrongs that made her what she is have finally been righted, and is now considering retreating to whither away in peace.
An unnamed patron, though, who claims to want only what is best for Eire, is offering vast amounts of gold and complete amnesty to those who find a way to wrong the lady again, keeping her ire working for the greater good.
While Banshees born of elves are by far the most common, any fey can turn into one on death. Legends speak of a terrifying Hamadryad banshee in the depths of Arkenwood, who makes all the trees in the forest cry with her. Others, yet, speak of a lonely Satyr who weeps instead of sings, but tramples anyone who dares interrupt him. But even such tales pale in comparison to those of banshees born of wilder fey, such as the elusive Elananx or even the myriad sorts of gremlins.
While meeting the banshees head on is not an option, the king's children who are now rushing to help their father know a certain druid weaver, who is said to produce fabric so fine it can muffle the sound of heartbeats...
Green Eire is in disarray. While the initial revolution is a success, the many factions now vying for power aren't making things easy. Lady Morthaus was a mighty drow sorceress who willingly became a banshee after her death, and is one of the last things keeping things even remotely smooth, as all sides fear both her physical and her political power.
Unfortunately for the moot, though, a drow hero recently managed to enact massive reforms, helping drow society abandon their backwards ways and leading them into a brighter future. While this was generally very well recieved among other races, those who personally know the Lady realize that she now feels that the wrongs that made her what she is have finally been righted, and is now considering retreating to whither away in peace.
An unnamed patron, though, who claims to want only what is best for Eire, is offering vast amounts of gold and complete amnesty to those who find a way to wrong the lady again, keeping her ire working for the greater good.
While Banshees born of elves are by far the most common, any fey can turn into one on death. Legends speak of a terrifying Hamadryad banshee in the depths of Arkenwood, who makes all the trees in the forest cry with her. Others, yet, speak of a lonely Satyr who weeps instead of sings, but tramples anyone who dares interrupt him. But even such tales pale in comparison to those of banshees born of wilder fey, such as the elusive Elananx or even the myriad sorts of gremlins.
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