Torch for the Jungle

Summoneyy spent the evening walking through a world newly afflicted with honest darkness, pausing wherever the water shone or a statue loomed. She got surprisingly far before the Horde performed their traditional public service of reminding travelers that roads are theoretical.

Arrowyy, who has apparently sworn off the venture, was nevertheless nearly vibrating with delight at the prospect of being frightened in the jungle. Blaedy began as a spectator, then immediately identified the practical failure: nobody can find herbs in a black forest, and someone ought to issue torches.

There was talk of duels tied to particular grounds, though Arrowyy chiefly wanted an old arena made grand again. In the end, all three were pleased that night had returned to being night. A modest victory for gloom, lanterns, and people who insist on wandering into Duskwood.