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This week in Witherwild, the woods remember more than we’d like and they’re not shy about showing it. The party of one-point-five pushes deeper into Fanewick’s root-choked trails, where ancient trees lean at angles that suggest they’ve seen things and will happily see them again. Beneath the moss and drifting pollen waits an abandoned grove, littered with splintered weapons, a treant’s corpse, and the unmistakable sense that the forest is judging our life choices.

Naturally, the place is crawling with Withered defenders— dryads, treants, and sylvan soldiers — who skipped “de-escalation” day at forest school. Leroy, ever the opportunistic ribbitish rogue, sidesteps the classic “obvious threat just waiting to lunge” setup — not today, moss-covered decoy — and makes a beeline for the real prize: a crimson bloom worth more than some small kingdoms and twice as dangerous. Unfortunately, the grove’s guardians have zero chill about people messing with their centerpiece.

Between dodging chaos elementals and negotiating with entities who think “trespasser” is a term of endearment, he picks through battlefield echoes — Haven army relics, crimson petal trails, and clues that suggest this grove’s story didn’t end with peace treaties. Every choice, from cautious reconnaissance to a straight-up brawl, carves a different trail toward Wyrmhearth Crossing.

We also dig into how exploration encounters can be both combat-ready and mystery-forward, how Withered mechanics add long-term consequences to a single bad roll, and why some of the best loot tables read like the inventory of a magical thrift store.

If you’re into creeping forests, morally questionable botany, or frogmen who treat rare cures like fair game, this one’s for you.

P.S. Karl might be losing his real life spleen and I am not saying we will sell it to the highest bidder as merch.

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