The Weave weaves where the Weave will. Sometimes those who travel across it are taken up by it, moved in a direction they did not know they would move in, even against their wishes. And sometimes, those who travel across it possess such strong fates that they dance on the Weave, and it swirls and stretches around them, pulling adventure around them, and bending fate to their wills.
Quests are adventures that you, usually through a Hero, can undertake. Most people will play through these within a Soulbound Adventure, a Path to Glory campaign, or a Warcry game, but there isn’t anything stopping you from using them to create singular, one-off games as well within whatever system you’d like.
Remember, everything in the Weave “actually happens” so most of the time Quests are one-offs. For example; if a monster is terrorising a city, and you decide to play through the Quest, you will be “resolving” that Quest. When you’ve completed the Quest, be sure to comment on the page about what happened! Some resolutions will naturally close the quest (the monster is slain), while others will keep it open (the army/binding was destroyed/beaten, and the monster is still out there).
The clouds that drew over the Slidecrown Isle were heavy with Ghyran’s grief. They shed crystal rain in great sheets over the lakes. The war for the isle had heralded nonstop combat for weeks. Bodies were slumped in the shallows, often cut down from behind even as they tried to heal their injuries with life-giving Aqua Ghyranis.
The fires of war rage unendingly across the Slidecrown Isle. Those bent on scouring it clean topple ancient jadebarks and put resistance forces to the slaughter. Island denizens string up the bodies of their foes to feed the life-giving copses. Under cover of furious fighting, mercenaries dig through earth sodden with Aqua Ghyranis to find treasures of a civilisation long lost to time…
Commenting on this Quest at this time will affect the Forests, but will not affect the Withervane of the current campaign.
Across the flame-parched plains of Aqshy and the light-bleached deserts of Hysh, a wild story gripped the denizens of the realms. A site of ancient legend in Ghyran, the Realm of Life, held entire reservoirs of Aqua Ghyranis – enough to want for nothing ever again, to expand a mortal lifespan by centuries or to conduct powerful arcane rituals.