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

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