A peasant, picking mushrooms at the edges of the Tirashan forest, stumbled across an old claw amidst the roots. It is black as sin, as long as your forearm, sharp as winter sunlight, and engraved with unidentifiable runes.
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1.
Mount it in your hall It looks magnificent. Something to catch the Divine's eye.
Result: Origins Stories swarm to the claw like beetles. The servants call it 'the dragon's toe'. The Kindly Knight suggests it could date to the Second Blight, and wonders if it's the talon of an archdemon. The Cheery Baron claims he once chased a wild wyvern with claws as large. But he's drunk, and pretends everything was bigger, better or brighter in his youth. Meanwhile, an inquisitive wind stirs in the woods. The leaves whisper.
+1 Trophy, +25 Twilight, +20 Clue
2.
Order the claw buried where it was found All manner of things slumber in the Tirashan forest. It's best to let them be.
Result: Back to whence it came The claw is consigned to the loamy earth. Soon, questing roots crawl over it, locking it away against the centuries. The forest returns to its sleep and its long, green dreams.
-30 Twilight, +2 Authority, +10 Clues
