Shelby & Daniel
Wedding Party
Brittany
Maid of Honor
There are things that lurk beneath the mirror surface of the lake.. Things with scales and claws, creatures of eternal hunger, with long, long memories. Patiently, they wait for those ignorant or foolish enough to wander into the deep waters. But, go deeper. Deeper. Down beyond the reach of light or warmth, she has slept for many long years. She is awake.
Russell
Best Man
The title of 'Grovekeeper' is a great honor and a heavy burden. The fate of this forest rests on Daronicus' shoulders, but he carries the weight with a straight back. The forest is at peace, at least for now. One day, he knows, the humans will return and try again to desecrate this sacred place. The forest never forgets. The forest never forgives.
Amanda
Bridesmaid
The beast isn't hard to track; that's not the problem. A basilisk is just too mean, too dangerous to care if it's followed. This one has wandered too close to the village. First it kills a few cows, and then a hunter goes missing. It'll be a child next, if something isn't done. The tracks are getting fresher. Then, a bit of good luck: Amanda sees her mark before it sees her. All it takes is one shot.
Carl
Groomsman
The Yeti of the northern wastes are very rare indeed, but not as rare as the man who sees one and lives to speak of it.
Mary Kate
Bridesmaid
Another fall of the mace. Another skull cracked, another shambling skeleton reduced to a pile of bones. The undead army before her seems no thinner. Over the din, she can hear the cackling taunts of the necromancer. Mar-Kaet grits her teeth and advances another step. She will purify this foul warren, or she will die trying.
Martin
Groomsman
For a moment, Mar'ten the Nomad feels alive. Fighting three foes at once is a rare treat, and it ought to be enjoyed as such, savored to the very last second. But the fight is over too quickly, the would-be thieves limp away, nursing broken wrists and bruised ribs. The Nomad just arrived in town this morning, but he already knows he won't find what he's looking for here. He leaves by the south gate that afternoon.
Hope
Bridesmaid
Don the disguise. Charm the guards. Get into the garden without being seen. Ditch the disguise. Up the wall, into the third floor window. Down two rooms, with ornate double doors. That's the master bedroom. The box is inside on the dresser. Hope appraises the lock carefully before selecting her tools. This shouldn't take long.... A click, and the lock turns. There's the stone, as planned. And then, a loud pop - she's tripped something. Outside, at the end of the hall, a bronze statue squeals and shudders to life. Downstairs, she can hear a rush of footsteps and muffled shouts. Well, a plan only ever gets you so far. Time to improvise.
Thomas
Groomsman
Local legend says the hermit named Old Tom likes to sing the trees to sleep, that you can hear his music on the wind if you wander the dark woods late at night. People like those stories, because they don't realize what happens when a tree can't get to sleep at night, when it starts feeling that restless hunger. Folks don't ask, and Old Tom doesn't tell. Everyone's happier that way.
Victoria
Bridesmaid
This is a day like any other for Ventor the Swift. The sunshine is warm on her back, and the sandy road is soft beneath her feet. A little softer than usual, actually. Suddenly the ground erupts in a flurry of chitinous claws! A hungry antlion attacks! Ventor acts without thinking, striking with her staff. She dances between its flailing arms, battering it in a blinding flurry of blows. The antlion retreats underground, dragging its oozing limbs behind it. Just another day on the road for Ventor the Swift.