Sweven

Quest
Mandalorian soars. Settle. Sky streaked scarlet. Earth unstable, cracks, crumbles, conforms. No escape. Execution of this quest means execution of an entire world... stranded included. Set out to find a beautiful view to escort us to our ends.

Friends?
Upon claustrophobic intersection the players set their stage. Stop and stare at the scene, some dark and dreary form of Friends. Their dire jam? Their tiny car has only five seats. Whatever shall they do?

Old Rock
Rollick about a festival dedicated to decades old rock. Stars are ragged, leather bound and silver crowned, crooning cob web breath. Danced backstage. Intoxicated by centuries of dim rock star shine I am near intertwined into an orgy of motley proportions. An anchor saves the day.

Walkers
Walk roads familiar yet unfamiliar. Waterfalls and rivers unwind where once stood only marsh and murky wood. Wander onto a dirt road with ditches drenched in wildflower dapples. Ahead lumbers a barefoot lady. Clumps of nonsense drip from her lips. We speak not, least not to each other. Copses collapse before rolling fields of green and sheets of summery sky. Wonder if the Shire's nearby.