The Land of Time | Session 12
5/7/2026 – The Horns of Windhollow
Finnley’s heart thundered in his chest. The thick, sour stench of roasting flesh and unwashed goblin bodies clung to the mist like a curse. Captain Salt stood frozen beside him, bowstring drawn taut, her breath barely visible in the cold air.
One of the Bog Goblins lifted its snout, glowing yellow eyes narrowing as it sniffed the wind.
What do Finnley and Captain Salt do?
On a 1-2: Silently back away into the fog
On a 3-4: Stay perfectly still and hidden
On a 5-6: Captain Salt attacks first
They rolled a 4.
They stayed perfectly still.
The goblin stared into the swirling gray for what felt like an eternity. Its jagged teeth glistened with blood and grease. Then it grunted, shrugged its bony shoulders, and tore off another hunk of meat. The rest of the pack broke into wet, guttural laughter and returned to their gruesome feast.
Captain Salt slowly lowered her bow. Her eyes never left the creatures. She gave Finnley the smallest nod toward the thicker fog behind them.
They crept backward, one agonizing step at a time. Every snapped twig sounded like thunder. Every breath felt dangerously loud.
But the Veil Coast was watching.
Just as they reached the edge of the clearing, Finnley’s boot caught on a hidden root. He stumbled. The sound was small… but not small enough.
Three goblin heads snapped toward them. Glowing eyes pierced the mist.
“Run.” Captain Salt hissed.
Which direction do they run?
On a 1-2: Northwest
On a 3: West (further inland)
On a 4-5: Southwest
On a 6: Southeast toward the coast
They rolled a 3.
They sprinted west, cutting deeper into the dense inland fog.
Five snarling Bog Goblins crashed after them, hooting and hollering, sniffing the air for human scent.
“I can smell them! They are close!” one of the creatures growled.
Do they escape?
On a 1-2: Finnley trips!
On a 3-4: They barely break through the fog (roll new direction)
On a 5-6: They spot a mountain peak through the mist
They rolled a 3.
They stumbled southeast, completely lost in the swirling haze.
Do the goblins catch them? (Coin flip) Tails. They slip away.
Panting and soaked with cold sweat, Finnley and Captain Salt finally lost the hungry pack in the endless mist. They pressed southeast, hearts still racing, until the ground began to change.
The wind grew strange and constant. Towering sheets of rock leaned at impossible angles; ancient strata tilted like broken bones of the earth. And riding on that relentless wind came a low, haunting sound… almost like a distant horn.
“Do you hear that, Captain?” Finnley whispered, tilting his head.
Captain Salt listened, eyes narrowed. “It sounds like a horn… or the wind howling through stone…”
They moved closer. The sound grew louder, deeper, more mournful. A few hundred paces later, the mist thinned just enough to reveal shapes; buildings. A small village nestled against the leaning rock formation. The wind whistled and moaned through gaps in the rough wooden walls and stone chimneys, creating that eerie horn-like growl.
“There!” Captain Salt pointed. “Do you see it, Finnley?”
Normal-looking people moved between the structures; carrying sacks, pushing carts, going about their evening tasks. They looked… ordinary. Almost too ordinary for a place this deep in the Veiled Coast.
“Well,” Captain Salt said with a wary smile, “there’s only one way to find out if they’re friendly.”
The two travelers stepped out of the mist and began walking toward the strange wind-swept village.
To be continued in Session 13…