The Town Council makes deals they don’t intend to keep.
Shredded piles of wheat have been found near the HOA.
The nightshades stalk the night.
Is it just me or has Yorick gotten hotter since he returned to town?
There’s been a lot of oddly shaped trees in the Witchwood lately.
Withered owls kinda look like owl pellets themselves.
It’s a sad state of affairs when pirates keep their word but Town Councilors do not.
Kael has a lot going on.
Alchemy is really just a really specific form of smithing.
Hands! Hands in the Forest!
A farrier was found having been shoed himsself.
Erris is Yorick’s new bodyguard.
Taking all bets! Who will win the gambling hearts of Oak Harbor, the Mad Lads or the Apuestana?
How long until the Obnovares try to monopolize the Cheese Cult?
Marrok lost his sense of humor in Davernstern divorce court.
Evrish sand and Reverish sand taste different. Firmament sand pops in your mouth, Umbral sand tastes of nostalgia. What do Vigorish and Voidic sand taste like?
A growing percentage of Oak Harbor is illiterate. Maybe we need an Oak Harbor Penmanship School.
Has anyone ever seen the Great Wolf Spirit and the Great Dog Spirit in the same room together?
Find yourself in Oak Harbor and unsure of what to do? Go find Yorick the Quest-Giver, I promise he has a quest for you!
The BirdWhistles are developing cross-woods communication. Their bird calls echo from Tea-house to Tavern.
Four seasons, six realms, seven points on a star.
A collared beast roams the woods, who would dare to grab its leash?
Snaer must have forgotten to fill out all the adoption paperwork.
The Moganite Clan has been on the decline since they kicked out Timiri.
Don’t believe everything you hear, Fáelán is a Deer Lyra.
Bunnies, it must be bunnies.
Did you hear about the Romanza who tried to push their kid to become a Leaf Lyra? Much to their disappointment, their garden has never been more vibrant.
“Saggory” is actually an ancient word meaning “obsessed with mushrooms”.
Play with fire, get burned.
Jesse Bearbrother forgot how to spell his name while in Asola.
Yorick’s preferred flavor of boot leather is Vigor.
Lee’s Champions glow with energy and vim.
Love being in the air lead to babies all around.
Mar is an acronym for Murder All Relatives.
The Davenstern have scrolls on a surprisingly wide range of topics
Thunderstorms every other day? Who’s pissed off?
Everybody has a boss.
Lesovik is considering joining the Velliar for better library access
Durand has been sighted among the Gold Acorn.
Root Grandfather has been lurking in the trees. Watching. Waiting. His Cane Ready.
People have been spending a lot of time staring at the stars lately.
Has the Great Flying Squirrel been visiting the Tuntemia?
The tavern is out of ale. Someone stole all the barrel plugs.
Yorick Sharrow, Town Clerk, Emissary of Vigor, Copper Court Simp.
Ooblings appear to everywhere, almost anglerfish like repeating stories back to each other.
Let’s be honest, if Lee trusted you like their champions, you wouldn’t look so tired and flat.
Potatoes wear hats. Potatoes LIKE hats.
The rain won’t stop until the grandchild is returned.
Fruit is in season, at least if you are a Hurzicht
Having relatives visit is a new trend
Why are people so interested in elves at the moment?
How is a reputation different from a Reputation?
The Birdwhistles will not rest until they have forced Erris to adopt the entire town.
They let just anyone pit fight these days, apparently.
These bits of cheese seem to speak to me when I focus on them. Is that bad?
There is a leaf on the wind. Watch how it flies.
An old friend returns. It’s a mushy reunion.
What is that squishy purple thing on an oobling. Gives me the shivers.
Feet! Feet in the Forest!
Yorick sends so much mail because he has a crush on one of the Davenstern mail carriers.
More members of town should get their sea legs
Oak Harbor’s hottest club is the HOA Casino.
A black fungus ate Edgar. I saw it.
Vennick is working for Gosten.
The house always wins.
Oak Harbor likes cheese because it is the corpse of milk, and thus appeals to our sensibilities.
Magma can be spellshielded by song, I’ve seen it!
That grave bounded by pea shoots is going to live in my nightmares forever.
Amos’ favorite kind of apple is a Granny Smith.
You’d need about 80-100 Touch of Death elixirs to thoroughly coat your torso in contact poison.
Fealan has been overheard calling Marook the Great Dad Spirit
Yeah, Gee Gee’s candy has weird names, but I’m telling you, the candy is legit.
Anglerfish ate some miners. Idiots.
So like, what’s Oak Harbor’s opinion on necromancers, because I’ve been seeing a lot of mixed messages.
Who owns the bees? A beekeeper guild? Some entrepreneur? The bees themselves?
How does the new casino compare to the one in Asola?
Snaer plans to tame and ride the unicorn.
Did someone say “High Stakes Math”?
It turns out that more than one Gatekeeper could use a lesson in friendship.
Sing a song of six leaf, pocket full of rye, four and twenty drop bears baked in a pie.
Umbra is a very fashionable travel destination this season.
The casino is actually just an excuse so Mo can thrown a Lothlan convention.
The real Treasure was the heads we killed along the way.
Eleanora is becoming a voidmancer in order to be a Steam mage