You decide the forest is at least vaguely familiar to you.
5
It is quite indeed.
But the usual gloom has been replaced with sunlight. The dark, charred trees look more lively and the spooky ravens are nowhere to be found.
You even cross the river that once smelled like something good - but this time there's no flavor in the air, and the water seems clearer than before.
The pain in your arm reminsd you however that your ordeal was a real one.
The night happens upon you when you clear the last of the charred trees. On this border between wall of trees and sea of grass, you make camp.
Supplies: 5
Next morning, you trail the grasslands on your way back to civilization.
Hopefully, the village you left has a healer.
Congratulations! Velarien has completed the Epic Quest to Recover the Lunar Seed of Vitality!
The courtiers and servants murmur as you sit down on your throne, one arm wrapped in tight cloth, and the other holding the crescent-shaped silvery seed in the palm. The royal gardener takes the seed, and, almost afraid to drop it, makes his way outside.
The seed is planted, and servants ordered to watch it report that it has sprouted during the night - in the morning, a silvery flower was in bloom. Nobody has ever seen such a beautiful flower in their lives.
800 AD, Winter
Reports arrive from northlands - the pestilent bloom is withering en masse!
The blackened, dead roots and blooms are no longer poisonous to handle, and your subjects have begun burning them in large fires. The smoke is thick and has a rotting odour to it, the reports claim, but it does not sicken any of the handlers.
By the end of the month, there's not a single red flower remaining in the northlands.
800 AD, Midwinter
Reports that follow, however, are of a more sour note.
The bloom has done its work; many of the livestock have perished and many farmhouses reported their grains and vegetables' harvest at very low numbers. Some even failed to save even a single sack of greenpods or yellowhusks.
"Mayors and village elders from the northlands have sent a letter of petition, my liege." The Advisor says, reading the scroll in his hands. "They ask for foodstuffs to be procured for the worst-affected areas, or else they will face death by starvation."
A) "I already got rid of the pestilent bloom! Now it is up to them to take care of those affected by the famine."
B) "The northlands shall have their supplies."
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