Random Encounter Map | Roadside [25 x 25]

Moonlight spilled over the woods, slipping through the trees and piercing the ground with translucent spears of light. A group of canvas tents nestled against an old, withered tree by the side of the road, shadows from the campfire dancing across their surface.

A light wind rustled through the trees and the contented snore of a well-fed barbarian rumbled from the largest of the tents. 

Borralus sat upon a stump, gazing balefully toward the flap of the tent.

"It's like he WANTS us to be noticed.", Borralus said, shaking his head and casting a glance across the dark road toward the horses. Three of them, tethered to a fallen tree and peacefully standing together, heads down.

Noticing the last log was being greedily consumed by the fire, the ranger stood and walked over to the woodpile, grasping a pair of heavy logs and tossing them onto the fire with a protest of embers that went spitting into the evening sky. Resting back upon his stump, Borralus drew a sharp knife from his belt and returned to his whittling. 

It was beginning to resemble a horse now, the legs beginning to curve gently as he carved away slender sections of wood. Holding the carving up to regard it by firelight, something suddenly knocked the wood from his hand. Blinking in surprise, he glanced down and saw a black-fletched arrow sunken deep into the carving.

Lurching forward, Borralus dove to the dirt floor as another arrow whizzed through the air where his head had been, driving itself into the trunk of the dead tree.

"To arms! To arms!  We're under attack!", Borralus shouted as he crawled over to his pack and unslung his long bow. Reaching into the fire, he grasped one of the burning logs and heaved it into the darkness, briefly illuminating a handful of shadows moving near the treeline.

Tyl emerged from her tent, growling out a yawn as she sleepily slid her arm through the leather strap of her shield, "Whose makin' the racket, hrmm?"

Borralus glanced up toward her, making several well-crafted and silent hand gestures until Tyl eventually said, "I told you, I don't know what the hell any of that means, Borralus, just...use your words."

An arrow slammed into the flat of her shield, to which Tyl replied, "Nevermind."

Tyl drew a longsword from its sheath and turned toward the woods, squinting. "Goblins, maybe. Or very short men...either way..."

Making her way toward the burning torch in the distance, Tyl cast a sidelong glance toward Borralus and asked, "Where's Durg. He usually eats goblins."

Deep inside the largest tent, someone drew in a long, droning snore.

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This is a Random Encounter Map by roadside, for anything you may want to run your party through while sleeping and desire a bit of space to do it!

I've attached the files here for you to enjoy!

Best,

Jeff @ Morvold