Time might have revealed the true nature of those icicles, but the birds fluttered towards the tree, unknowing of the peril they flew towards. With a whack, the Willow knocked one of the birds far into the depths of the Dark Forest’s treetops. The other birds quickly fled towards those same treetops, but the Willow took one more victim.

In the process, some of the icicles fell to the ground with loud shatters. The icicles weren’t icicles at all; in fact, they were frozen potions ingredients. Their contents were splashed around the broken vials, those that were liquids, anyway.

The Willow straightened up, biding its time as its branches swayed ominously. Under the tree, a ways ahead, is a round, black cauldron. In the cauldron is a note that reads,

"Well, this isn't a hat. Get on with it! Make your way to the passage beneath the tree.“

Not far from the cauldron is a work station. Without having the read the note, the message, at least, has to do with potions, surely?


OOC: It is up to you to decide what ingredients to collect and what potion to brew.