Servants of the Blood Moon (d20)
Deep in the elven forests of Myereth¸ the ancient rowan trees spread white boughs above a sacred site. Pillars of stone twist like some strange form vine¸ curling among the branches & reflecting the light of a silvery moon. The forest is silent & beautiful¸ protected since the dawn of time by a powerful Unicorn. But now¸ Myereth runs with blood & their rowan trees have begun to wither & die. In the center of the Rowan Grove¸ the bloodied bodies of the last elven warriors of Myereth lie scattered & broken. Over them stands a dark-robed sorcerer¸ lifting the bloody skull of a creature that may once have been a horse... with a single ivory horn.