The Orchard Heirloom
An orchard's oldest tree bears one perfect fruit that grants the bite to whoever the last picker loved—and this year the fruit looks like someone the party buried. Pickers duel with ladders; crows notarize claims. Determine who the tree remembers, prevent a riot, or bite and face the dead with juice on your chin.
Faces in the wings
Grok Harvestjaw
- Orc
- Male
- Elderly
Role
- Occupation
- Ferris wheel oath notary
Character
- Motivation
- Discovering what truly happened in a forgotten war
- Personality
- Loyal and trustworthy
- Background
- Wandering apothecary with odd cures
Details
- Quirk
- Whispers to their weapons
- Speaking style
- Uses harvest metaphors for violence
- Private fear
- Thunder during a confession
- Secret
- Hired the monsters to raise property values
- Signature item
- Bonfire log that replays regrets in blue flame