In fact! The Snafu Guild is home in Aquitaine!
Once upon a time, South of Morodar…
In the Longgrass Plains along the Warden Road, lies the free city of Aquitaine. There, every mid-summer, Aquitaine holds a celebration to the city’s patron deity, Rhea the Lightgiver. This festival honors her and her good works with song, dance, feasting and a releasing of butterflies – which are considered the Children of Rhea and the namesake of the festival: The Swallowtail Festival.
You just barely made it in time to get a bath and a good night’s sleep before it’s officially midsummer. I hope you are well rested and you quickly made any necessary repairs, adventurers, because Aquitaine’s biggest celebration of the year is under way. The normally complacent small city is full of bustling strangers, cooking food, scrubbing bristles across building stone, and voices lifted in song.
The Swallowtail Festival is not like the Great Fair of the change from spring to summer. Yes, there are pastries. Yes, there are ten different varieties of turkey leg barbecue. Yes indeed, there are once again pork ribs the size of Miro Teague’s head! But all pastries are shaped like symbols of Rhea the Lightgiver. The most popular events are the different worship services at sunrise, sunset, and the Holy Blessing of the Well when the sun shines directly down into the cathedral’s sacramental cistern -when Rhea’s power blesses the holy water for the year’s baptisms.
That said, people are people; and a celebration is, after all, a celebration. Every bed at the Rusty Dragon Inn has been rented out, some locals have rented rooms to guests, and still the overflow area outside the city wall where caravans gather is a cheerful maze of wagons and tents. People sell lanterns painted with swallowtails, or with their lenses tinted to mimic the rays of the sun. Children trade sunburst bead bracelets.
And a pleasant, mild, androgynous voice can occasionally be heard drifting on the breeze, offering a chance at a contest: find one of the hidden Midsummer Keys, try your luck. If your found key turns the lock on this weatherbeaten crystal “elf-looking” chest, you win a prize from an alchemist’s hoard!
So many visiting merchants now take up the cry: a souvenir key included with every purchase!
So very, very many people bustling around Aquitaine with a pocket full of jingling keys … and an interest in a magic chest ….
For this adventure, the DM will need to frequently reference a player map.
PLEASE BRING a miniature or equivalent-sized unique map marker object to represent your character! There is a section of the coming adventure which may get confusing as to who has which straight line of sight.
And since there is one visitor who has no idea, I’ll throw this down to the comments: