Festival of the Turning Wheel

The Hook

The party arrives in Wickhollow on the evening of the Festival of the Turning Wheel, drawn by rumors of free cider, a famous pie contest, and (for at least one of them) a promised meeting that never quite happens. At midnight, the whole village gathers at Ashgrove Mill to spin the great grinding wheel — now hung with ribbons and dried wheat — and whisper wishes into the millpond as it turns. Fireworks crack overhead. The wheel groans through one full turn. And then the world hiccups: the fireworks are still hanging in the sky, unlit, the sun is setting for the second time, and every villager is repeating conversations the party already heard, word for word. Only the party remembers the loop.

🎭 The rest of this tale is the Dungeon Master's secret. You'll live it at the table.