Ancestral Clearing [40x30] [4K] [jpg/webp] (Patreon)

The Carcass Conclave used to assemble in this clearing for centuries. The druids of the Conclave shared a particular view on the Cycle. For them, there was nothing more beautiful than a rotting corpse, festering under the morning light, teeming with unseen life. There, the sun-bleached bones of a great ancient stag adorn the clear stream running through the forest. On the new moon, during the night the conclave meets, it is said that the stag spirit visits the druids to offer guidance and choose an emissary among the living. What sort of advice is given by an undying ghost? You can only guess. Something must have changed recently in the great beast’s counseling. The woods have become more dangerous than they used to be and a spark of insanity now dances in the druids’ bloodshot eyes.

Variants: Awakening - Night - Day - Foggy

Variants: Awakening - Night - Day - Foggy

Variants: Awakening - Night - Day - Foggy - Haunted - Eldritch - Empty - Winter

Variants: Awakening - Night - Day - Foggy - Haunted - Eldritch - Empty - Winter

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The Night of the Conclave (Night variant): As you approach the clearing, you can hear the druids chanting in an ancient, forgotten tongue. Strange, colorless fireflies dart around under the moonlit skies. When you arrive on site, despite the encroaching darkness of the surrounding woods, you immediately notice runes carved upon the mossy bones of the enormous skeleton. Suddenly, the glint of a bright flame appears in its hollowed eye sockets and, with creaking bones, the great beast solemnly stirs once more.

An Offering of Bones and Blood (Corrupted variant): The small woodsy stream has turned red with sacrificial blood. Thin tendrils of flesh grasp around the stifled trees. On the top of the nearby rock projection, the crazed druid howls at the moon, his bloodied hands still holding the accursed sacrificial blade. All around, the sound of a great, beating heart echoes through the muddy soil, thumping louder and louder. Maybe it is not too late for you to stop the ritual…