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Meena,

I'm sure that you will find this letter eventually. That is if you do return to Rosewalk at all. Perhaps you've already found your place out there in the Heath and have no need to come back here, back to this house, back to this table where we used to read. I'm sorry perhaps I'm being a little unfair and too much a cynic.

I've tried to write this letter almost a dozen times... you can probably find all the drafts in the bin if you wanted to. (they are not much better though)

The thing is, I have decided to leave Rosewalk. I know we had our plans and we made our promises, but after hearing your stories of the Heathland and listening to whispers on the wind across the bay I realized I want stories of my own. Once I stopped getting your letters I knew I had to find a way to go.

I am joining a wandering tavern that stopped in the city so ill be able to travel with plenty of rest. Hearth, the head chef said that I could come with them for free as long as I did a little work here and there. I brought along my flute so hopefully a bit of music will suffice. They are all really nice, and the caterpillar that caries the tavern, Levi, lets me feed him by hand sometimes.

So all I mean to say is, I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be okay and maybe someday we will see each other again out in the vastness of Heath.

With love,

Your friend,

Elacore

Meena comes home to find Elacore gone on Xer own journey. Sullenly heading home to her adoptive mother Lapis, Meena begins to work through her feelings and find a new path forward. Meena takes her journey through the mists of the Crossroads, a Hallowed place that confronts her with ideas about what she has lost.

It is a Dark night when one sleepy rabbit stumbles into the Deep woods.

The Flicker of a firelight and the kindness of a guide help Meena along, but a strong wind on an open field spells danger.

Help our friends cross this flat land and find the warm safety of a torchlight at the end.

Our Guest this week is the Wonderful Bee from the DnD podcast Frostwalkers and co creator of the World of Wyldivir RPG!

Check all the things Bee does and more here!

Wyldrvir:

The wind is a funny thing, 

isn't it Blossom? 

what might be a swift and refreshing breeze at the peak of Devildays, would easily quicken the step home during a particularly desolate Frsotbite.

It is just as well that a raging Maelstrom tearing up trees in the sodden forest could produce a tailwind and underbreeze needed for a fluttering seed to finish its journey to a verdant field on the other edge of Hæth.

I guess such is the will of the many sky gods that blow across the land, tempting us both with comfort and concern. They seem to roam free about the land, untethered to any place, without a care for what they leave behind be it good or bad. 

I wish that I could have a journey like that. I want to just set out without a care, without a destination, and no one to tell me what to do. 

Would you travel with me Blossom, If I do get the courage to leave home? we could stay up late overnight looking at the stars and making up stories about the wind.

but.. 

that may never come. My dads always say how important it is that we all pitch in around halfwall to ensure the community can make it through another year. 

but I can hope

I want to see you soon, please come visit.

-your friend, May

Our Guest this week is the Wonderful Bee from the DnD podcast Frostwalkers and co creator of the World of Wyldivir RPG!

Check all the things Bee does and more here!

Wyldrvir:

Content warning for Alcohol, Alcohol consumption, and descriptions of intoxication. These descriptions begin as we talk about the tavern so if you do not wish to hear them skip forward then.

There is also some squeaking included as well hopefully it is fun!

A labyrinth, a tavern, a tower. 

Egbon and Meena make their way out of the fire fields and ponder the essence of the world under moonlight. 

after a few dangerous turns within the ravine before them, the pair meet a peculiar friend to help them.

a fun, frantic, and restful night await the new crew of three and they learn more about each other than they ever expected. 

The Crystal Meadow rests far on the horizon, but leaves Egbon determined to fulfill his journey.

Our Guest this week is the amazing Jeremy Cobb from the DnD podcast Three Black Halflings!

Detest Brother,

I am sending you this letter, because at this point i’m sure the moths will be moving faster than I can.

My flight path got clipped due to an unexpected dance of lightning along the calantine cliffs. I was forced to change corse and take shelter in the canyon. do not worry though, I am safe, just a few rustler feathers here and there.

Luckily enough there was a moth tower at the edge of the ravine where I could write home. The many termite moth tenders here have done well to help this old sparrow to recuperate. My feathers are being swiftly tended to and should be in perfect flight condition in a few weeks.

I still intend to make it home to virtue before the first threads of snow blanket rest on the roofs of town. I do not want to get caught in another storm like we did all those years ago. In fact I will be bringing gifts for the candlefeast (and don’t worry i’ve included surprises for you and your husband among those for the grandkids). I am perfecting my craft as I rest, hoping to truly capture the sounds of the world.

although almost recuperated my extended stay at the tower is to study a most peculiar sound, I know not what it is yet, but I hope to capture the essence that meets me every sundown. From the top of the tower I look across the expanse of the Hæthland and swear that I can see the edge of the world. Right as the sun crosses the horizon, a rush of melodic whispers rest on my ears, a secret song just for me. 

with love and swift flight,

Robin

Our Guest this week is the amazing Jeremy Cobb from the DnD podcast Three Black Halflings!

The Seasons are upset, the journey is through a path unknown. Slate is pushing harder the closer she believes the Heart tree is.

in the solace of an underground passage, our two adventurers may just find the path they need.

Our Guest this week is the amazing Voice Actor/Singer/Podcaster Aaron Catano-Saez!

Have you heard of the Ox that could rend stars? 

as the tale goes an old Ox Philosopher was contemplating the existence above our Hæth. While looking at the stars Ze decided to count them and was surprised to find that the west sector contained more stars than the east. In a great show of might and sacrifice the Ox shattered Zyr right horn and added the extra star to the east as a new asterism, sotos horn that we see to this day. 

Generally this is a story of balance, where the philosopher soto evened out the sky. However I once heard from an experienced teacher that the moral could have another meaning, that the Ox had struck too soon. If only Ze had held another moment the sky would turn to reveal new stars a now even sky. 

Slate, I write this to you as a reminder. you are determined and strong, i’m sure you could rend the sky if you wish, but don’t forget about the moments of pause. The solution to finding the Heart wood may not be as easy as adding extra stars to the sky. sometimes solutions will show themselves in the ways we never expect. 

be safe my friend, 

Crimson Claret

Our Guest this week is the amazing Voice Actor/Singer/Podcaster Aaron Catano-Saez! 

A chilly wind blows outside and Meena must find shelter.

A flicker of light in the window and a cloaked figure uncomfortable at her presence help her warm up and make food.

A tangled ball of yarn decides to accompany her from here on out.

A mysterious shining dish shows the Caretaker Spider somewhere special.

General Foroway,

Per your command I have journeyed to the list of outposts you have given me to collect any remaining troops and supplies.

Three Units are returning from Cobalt Canyon with a few rations and construction gear.

the outpost at Fentil crossing was left empty on approach but is still stocked with stable physical equipment, enough for a second platoon to come and collect. 

for the last Outpost, as you suggested, I waited until the thawing of Tillsoil began before I made my way up the mountain. Whatever is out there is the Stallfrost fields must be one powerful entity though because even as the days got warmer the thick sheets of Ice on the paths remained. 

What stood out even more was the state of the outpost overlooking the fields. Much like Fentil I found it abandoned although it was in a greater state of disarray. The fortifications had been taken by moss, and most of the armory was dug out for what looks like a Turnip garden. Strangely a soft heat remained as if someone had just lit a fire. All other signs of life seem to have been packed away when the post was abandoned, but I still could not shake the feeling of eyes watching me from the shadows. My recommendation would be to leave this place alone and let it return to nature, the stones are not valuable enough to risk any more Rooks to return.

I quickly made my way out of the Outpost and am on my way back to the kingdom now.

I await my orders upon return,

Lead Fortress Rook Unit AB796

A raucous and fun filled Candlefeast brings Meena and Flomp to the base of a daunting mountain. Missing the memories of candlfeasts past, Meena feels a little bit lonely. With a gifted sweater and the warm company of Her companion Flomp, Meena brightens back up. When the two travelers make it to the top of the mountain though something truly magical awaits. 

Dear Early,    

I trust this letter will find you at just the right time. I wanted to let you know that I am so proud of you. Of course, I always hoped that you would follow in my footsteps and help spirits find peace, but I haven’t told you often enough how delighted I am that you have chosen to spend your time this way. The way you draw them to you with your songs and listen as they share what they need is truly a gift. You are a treasure in this world, Early. You are often in my thoughts as you travel the Hæth.   

Love you always,  

Mama O.   

P.S. I found this old harmonica in an old box in the tower and thought you might be able to put it to good use. 

After gaining a new appreciation of the Moths that deliver letters around Hæth, Manish and Meena set out to find more knowledge, making their way across a large lake to Apricot Island where an old and forgotten history lies. Will. they be able to find out the truth of the lost ruins? or will Manish's quest for knowledge run dry here.

Dear Me,  

Has it really been that long since I last wrote in this? I don't even remember what the previous page refers to... though that might be why I'm here.

Since I last spoke to me, I've lost myself. I know that, of course, but I'm not sure if I understand why. My fear of loss has only expanded to losing the very way I gain things.  

Somehow, despite this, I've gained a new... friend? I suppose they're more than acquaintances, so the next step I can think of is friend, though that seems strong. For example, all I really understand for sure about them is their love of moths, which I am attempting to learn. Attempting to learn, however, is the very think I wish to remember how to do.  

Our adventures are leading us towards "the book", perhaps on an island. At least, I hope we are. It may very well help us get to where I wish to go. Regaining what I have lost... is the only way I can feel home when I get home.  

No promises on the next entry,  

Manish

Meena and Thyme contemplate the change of seasons as they head to the SUPERmarket to prepare for the coming cold. With a taste of magic and the smell of Cider in the air, mischief is bound to happen. Strange events truly begin to unfold when Meena bumps into an old friend.

Dearest Friend,  

As the moons finish their dancing and the leaves turn to ash, I hope their warmth is bringing you comfort in these lengthening nights, my friend.

I am, as usual, wandering the Hæth; following the wind chimes as they guide me to new homes for the small Gods.  

The Saplings have grown bigger and more mischievous since I wrote you last, the changes in the air have brought them a newfound energy.  Perhaps, they see the waving green flames and cannot help but dance.  

The other small Gods are resting peacefully in their backpack pockets as I write to you. It has been a long journey, and I yearn to find them a suitable home. To give them their comfort back.  

What I will do after the work is done, I am not sure.  

Perhaps, I will finally be able to stop, watch how the seasons change the view from one singular spot. If that happens, I would love to welcome you to my home, in the same way you accepted me when my world burned.  

Until then, there is much work to do and much to atone for.  

Forever in my thoughts, 

Thyme

Meena and Adley discover the workshop of a village named Scritches Behind the Left Ear. This Dedicated town full of Dogfolk diligently help each other when in need. The music that floods through the town also hides a simple song of the rebellion past.

The Intro is adapted from the Wanderhome Text written by Jay Dragon and Published by Possum Creek games.

WANTED 

by order of the Merries Mosskin for the Unforgivable Crime of Magical Robbery, consisting of a sliver of shrew godling biofloral Powers & Prophecy, to the Great Loss and Inconvenience of the aforementioned Mosskin: one Adley lemming-kind, brown fur and gleaming eyes, scarce 2 hands Tall, known to leap from Bushes spewing Tall Tales. Feral and dangerous: approach with Caution. REWARD for their Immanent Capture: 3 copper Coins, 5 colours of String, tangled, 13 unusual Buttons, 2 whittled larch Twigs, and 257 wishes for your good Fortune.

Meena and Early wander through the town of Borderlin and take in the sights while learning more about each other. Intrigued by the tower that Early carries Meena begins to learn more about different paths a Moth Tender could take. 

The Intro is adapted from the Wanderhome Text written by Jay Dragon and Published by Possum Creek games.

Hey Dad,    

It’s been many Brights since we last spoke so I thought I’d check in. An actual mail carrying Tender named Meena came through town and I thought of you, thought maybe she could bring this to your station. I guess I hadn’t been thinking of mail much since Borderlin’s tower isn’t exactly operational and because well, I was angry for a pretty long time and didn’t think to reach out. I’m not a kid anymore and feel bad that I blew up at you. I know you were hurting just as much as me, probably more since you knew Mom for longer, so I’m sorry for accusing you of not caring. I still disagree with you though, I think she would want us to look for her, so we could say goodbye. I think she has been looking for us too and I feel closer than ever.  

Mama Orchard has been too old to walk the fields these last few cycles so I’ve been taking it up. Facing the lost spirits has been eye opening. Though they can’t tell us their stories I can feel their sorrow, as well as their joy, I know they appreciate what we’re doing. It’s so amazing how the moths can help us communicate with others in Haeth as well as those beyond it. I know a lot of people might disagree with me but I think Borderlin is a lucky place to live, where else can we be so close to those we’ve lost and have such an intimate experience helping them move on?  

Anyways, what I want to ask... is a lot to ask... so I won’t. Hope you are healthy. Maybe I’ll hear from you if Meena ever comes back through Borderlin. I’ll give Mom your love. Love you too.  Sincerely, 

Meena and Eli set out on an adventure to understand the many gods and try to gain a glimpse at the lost history of Haeth. 

The waiting is a place of patience and beauty to all those who follow its rule, what can we learn through careful observation? 

Intro is adapted from the Wanderhome Playkit written by Jay Dragon and Published by Possum Creek games 

Meena and Lyla set out on an adventure through the swamp known as Turtle Basin in order to find the lost firefly family of sparkle.

The weight of the marsh almost swallows the group when they find their way to a fortuitous old friend. 

Intro is adapted from the Wanderhome Playkit written by Jay Dragon and Published by Possum Creek games

Bellamir,

I wonder if you have ventured to the whispering peaks? The mountains West of the lowlands may be of interest to you regarding your research.

The winds thick winds that brew in the swamps bellow are often pulled through the formation. Many odd sounds can be heard reverberating across the peaks, some say they sound otherworldly. 

I know that you are hard at work within the Esker Highlands tracing the origins of the chime, but perhaps the whispers that make their way to the canyons bellow could give you a new perspective on what answers to seek.

Yours in scholarly pursuit,

Plural Haven

In this Episode We meet Lyla and Build out the Firelight Playbook! 

Lyla is a Bush Baby Firelight who travels around the Haeth with her Firefly companion Sparkle.

Intro is read from the Wanderhome Playkit written by Jay Dragon and Published by Possum Creek games

Grandur,

Have you ever seen the Fourth Moon over a freshly tilled field?

I hear the lower to the ground it appears, the more bountiful of crop you will receive through the year. I do hope that folklore to be true, because as the king of the floating mountain flees the Rebellion, the moon is as low as I have ever seen almost standing on the hills that overlook the farm. 

The air is changing as the year of waterlily begins I hope the warm breeze catches up to you soon. 

It has been long since I have been able to write, but a new moth tower is under construction here. As the Field grow I am sure I will send more news your way. 

May the moons lay low as you plant your crop this year.

Much Love. Your Sibling,

Rivae Asche 

This Episode is an introduction to the game of Wanderhome, the Land of Haeth, and one particular Mothtender about to Embark on a grand Adventure. 

Intro is read from the Wanderhome Playkit written by Jay Dragon and Published by Possum Creek games