Post by BB on Feb 2, 2020 22:17:14 GMT
BB flops onto her bed for the night at the Ettin, her dirt covered feet dangling over the edge. After some very sombre drinks and goodbyes to Wil, Sheryl, and Markas, she’s glad to have some time to think through today’s events properly. She turns her head to free her face from where it’s buried in the bed, letting out a deep sigh she looks to Blue.
“I was expecting to meet some people with bows, knives, and questionable morals, not. Not that.”
Squawk
“At least Bawbe and Dorian’s tribes can live in peace without a T-Rex on the loose, and some Almiraj survived to see another day without the threat of poachers.”
BB rolls onto her back and begins to magic the dirt off her feet and legs, the deep pink wisps of magic doing what it can. She’s not going to be that customer.
“It was pretty big-hearted of Bawbee to fly all the way over here even when he obviously doesn’t like being in towns. Glad he did it though, without him I’m not sure how easily we would have found Dorian, and without Dorian I don’t think we could have even saved anyone in time.”
BB looks back over to Blue perched on the bed. “Have you ever met an hedgehog-folk before Blue, cause I haven’t”
Blue just shrugs, as much as a magpie can.
“Right, I’ll write this out, hopefully my jumbled thoughts will make more sense on paper”
Stating this BB leans down to the side of the bed where her rucksack is, checks inside on the condition of her newly acquired potted Soil, and then retrieves her journal and writing implements from it’s compartment. Upon righting herself on the bed, BB lights her driftglobe to softly illuminate the room, and Blue flits to their usual spot on her shoulder.
The usual sounds of pen on paper fill the silence of the room as darkness settles in Daring Heights.
--
Once we traveled to the edge of the Angelbark Woods and met Dorian (a stealthy hedgehog folk) at the tree with a heart shaped knot, Bawbe (an aarakocra with feather markings like Blue’s) left us to ask Dorian some questions about the situation. As was said on the piece of paper, Almiraj were being killed at an alarming rate, with only their horns missing. Dorian also surprisingly told us of recent sightings of a ‘big lizard’. Whether this was related to the Almiraj situation wasn’t clear, but Dorian was obviously nervous about its presence in the woods.
Deciding that it was best to go to where this poaching was last known to occur, we trekked into the Angelbark Woods with Dorian at our side. We walked for some time before coming upon a small clearing with an even smaller stone gravestone in it. It had no name or date, but looked like it had been here for some time. Though I had no idea who would be burying their dead this far into the woods, I still paid my respects with flowers, as did the others.
And then we were on the move again, more hours passing as we passed deeper into these woods. We found a fairy ring, but no Almiraj, and as night settled in we also settled in for camp.
The next day and further into the forest, the trees thinned to reveal a really unusual flower growing in the middle of the path. It’s appearance was very similar to that of a rose but its petals gave off a bright, almost sickly, red colour. I was so tempted to get closer, but some old memory tugged at me, the Professor mentioned this flower once. Then the name came back to me, the Rabid Rose. I couldn’t remember exactly what it could do but it was bad news it we went near the pollen, that much I knew. Wil wanted to burn it, but luckily the others and myself shut down that idea very, very quickly.
We ended up walking around it, it was just a lone flower. Following some tracks we moved into a clearing filled with them, but the most concerning thing was that something or someone had walked into the middle and made their way back out. Who knew what state they were in. Wil wanted to burn the field, it was another big no from me and the others.
Luckily Blue spotted their exit tracks, so we kept on following. Which led us to the rose field culprits, two large wolves with a manic and hungry look in their eyes. Near to them was an old campfire and a poor dead Kobold. Oh and a t-rex?! It was wearing a strange broken collar, but I was too far to see what that was all about. It became especially difficult to determine its use when they started attacking us.
I sent Blue off to help Wil with the T-rex, which Markas was already stunning with his super precise punches. Me and Sheryl then went to deal with the rabid wolves, or at least I tried to.
I turned into a fluffy sheep.
As I was a useless sheep one of the wolves managed to bite Sheryl, and a wash of some horrible feeling other than pain seemed to overcome her face. I didn’t like the look of that on one of my friends. So I taunted one of the wolves into biting me in the hopes it would cause me to drop the sheep form, so I could actually be useful. Luckily it worked, and I managed to overcome the effects of the wolf’s bite. I think I stressed out Markas by being in the front line like that, but I wasn’t going to run this time and leave Sheryl on her own.
We managed to take them all down, and destroyed the collar from the T-Rex. It was mind control magic, bad news really. Sheryl still wasn’t in great shape, the effects of the Rapid Rose had a full grip on her. We became a little more desperate at this point to figure out where the poachers were and get her to a healer.
So on we continued, more hours into the forest, finally spotting a live Almiraj! (It ran away…) We stumbled upon another clearing, this one containing more Kobolds and a singular blue Dragonborn. They all looked in pretty bad shape, the Kobolds were all chewing on the grass in a zoned out way. The Dragonborn seemed in the best shape, at least they weren’t eating the grass. He said that they had been in the forest for two weeks already, trying to poach the Almiraj for their horns. Supposedly they have strong medicinal uses, the Dragonborn wanted them to help his daughter but the others wanted them for profit.
This is when it got really tough, as in we had to make some really tough decisions. Firstly Markas tried to save them all and Sheryl by making special healing potions with the bag of poached Almiraj horns they had. The potion worked for Sheryl thank bloomin’ goodness, the effects almost instant, but not for any of the others. It was quite the moment of conflicting emotions.
We considered options of transporting everyone back to Daring Heights to be healed, but all the Kobolds were so far along we weren’t sure they’d make it. As we were desperately puzzling over what to do, one of the kobolds gave into the rabid frenzy and attacked us. The others looked at us with dejected acceptance of their fate, told us to leave them and just take the Dragonborn with us. It was at this point that Wil handed one a knife? Which then proceeded to attack him in a frenzy, leaving only one. Markas stepped up at this point and killed them in their subsequent frenzy. I could only look on in horror, I was frozen to the spot. What was the right thing to have done? Was it
(It’s at this point on the page that a large ink spot spreads out from the end of the sentence, as if the quill had been resting on the page for some time.)
We then raced out of that forest with the Dragonborn in tow, as fast as we could back to Daring Heights and the temple of Selune. Luckily they were able to cure him quickly. I made sure to leave a donation afterwards for their work. Afterwards we checked he was good to get home, told him to inform the Kobold’s families, and to spread the news that poaching Almiraj there is a very bad idea.
Sheryl declared that we all needed a drink after that, and even I had to agree, if just to be surrounded by everyone’s company for a bit longer. Today was a strong reminder of how much I’m grateful for my friends.
Much Love,
BB
--
Early the next morning BB is already striding out the door of the Ettin, the rest of its inhabitants that are awake too sleepy to give her much more than a glance. She makes a beeline for the Academy and loudly knocks on the front door, patiently waiting for someone to open it. And when it does eventually open she’s standing there with a slightly determined look on her face.
“Heya, good morning, do you have any books on alchemy and transmutation theory for beginners?”
“I was expecting to meet some people with bows, knives, and questionable morals, not. Not that.”
Squawk
“At least Bawbe and Dorian’s tribes can live in peace without a T-Rex on the loose, and some Almiraj survived to see another day without the threat of poachers.”
BB rolls onto her back and begins to magic the dirt off her feet and legs, the deep pink wisps of magic doing what it can. She’s not going to be that customer.
“It was pretty big-hearted of Bawbee to fly all the way over here even when he obviously doesn’t like being in towns. Glad he did it though, without him I’m not sure how easily we would have found Dorian, and without Dorian I don’t think we could have even saved anyone in time.”
BB looks back over to Blue perched on the bed. “Have you ever met an hedgehog-folk before Blue, cause I haven’t”
Blue just shrugs, as much as a magpie can.
“Right, I’ll write this out, hopefully my jumbled thoughts will make more sense on paper”
Stating this BB leans down to the side of the bed where her rucksack is, checks inside on the condition of her newly acquired potted Soil, and then retrieves her journal and writing implements from it’s compartment. Upon righting herself on the bed, BB lights her driftglobe to softly illuminate the room, and Blue flits to their usual spot on her shoulder.
The usual sounds of pen on paper fill the silence of the room as darkness settles in Daring Heights.
--
Once we traveled to the edge of the Angelbark Woods and met Dorian (a stealthy hedgehog folk) at the tree with a heart shaped knot, Bawbe (an aarakocra with feather markings like Blue’s) left us to ask Dorian some questions about the situation. As was said on the piece of paper, Almiraj were being killed at an alarming rate, with only their horns missing. Dorian also surprisingly told us of recent sightings of a ‘big lizard’. Whether this was related to the Almiraj situation wasn’t clear, but Dorian was obviously nervous about its presence in the woods.
Deciding that it was best to go to where this poaching was last known to occur, we trekked into the Angelbark Woods with Dorian at our side. We walked for some time before coming upon a small clearing with an even smaller stone gravestone in it. It had no name or date, but looked like it had been here for some time. Though I had no idea who would be burying their dead this far into the woods, I still paid my respects with flowers, as did the others.
And then we were on the move again, more hours passing as we passed deeper into these woods. We found a fairy ring, but no Almiraj, and as night settled in we also settled in for camp.
The next day and further into the forest, the trees thinned to reveal a really unusual flower growing in the middle of the path. It’s appearance was very similar to that of a rose but its petals gave off a bright, almost sickly, red colour. I was so tempted to get closer, but some old memory tugged at me, the Professor mentioned this flower once. Then the name came back to me, the Rabid Rose. I couldn’t remember exactly what it could do but it was bad news it we went near the pollen, that much I knew. Wil wanted to burn it, but luckily the others and myself shut down that idea very, very quickly.
We ended up walking around it, it was just a lone flower. Following some tracks we moved into a clearing filled with them, but the most concerning thing was that something or someone had walked into the middle and made their way back out. Who knew what state they were in. Wil wanted to burn the field, it was another big no from me and the others.
Luckily Blue spotted their exit tracks, so we kept on following. Which led us to the rose field culprits, two large wolves with a manic and hungry look in their eyes. Near to them was an old campfire and a poor dead Kobold. Oh and a t-rex?! It was wearing a strange broken collar, but I was too far to see what that was all about. It became especially difficult to determine its use when they started attacking us.
I sent Blue off to help Wil with the T-rex, which Markas was already stunning with his super precise punches. Me and Sheryl then went to deal with the rabid wolves, or at least I tried to.
I turned into a fluffy sheep.
As I was a useless sheep one of the wolves managed to bite Sheryl, and a wash of some horrible feeling other than pain seemed to overcome her face. I didn’t like the look of that on one of my friends. So I taunted one of the wolves into biting me in the hopes it would cause me to drop the sheep form, so I could actually be useful. Luckily it worked, and I managed to overcome the effects of the wolf’s bite. I think I stressed out Markas by being in the front line like that, but I wasn’t going to run this time and leave Sheryl on her own.
We managed to take them all down, and destroyed the collar from the T-Rex. It was mind control magic, bad news really. Sheryl still wasn’t in great shape, the effects of the Rapid Rose had a full grip on her. We became a little more desperate at this point to figure out where the poachers were and get her to a healer.
So on we continued, more hours into the forest, finally spotting a live Almiraj! (It ran away…) We stumbled upon another clearing, this one containing more Kobolds and a singular blue Dragonborn. They all looked in pretty bad shape, the Kobolds were all chewing on the grass in a zoned out way. The Dragonborn seemed in the best shape, at least they weren’t eating the grass. He said that they had been in the forest for two weeks already, trying to poach the Almiraj for their horns. Supposedly they have strong medicinal uses, the Dragonborn wanted them to help his daughter but the others wanted them for profit.
This is when it got really tough, as in we had to make some really tough decisions. Firstly Markas tried to save them all and Sheryl by making special healing potions with the bag of poached Almiraj horns they had. The potion worked for Sheryl thank bloomin’ goodness, the effects almost instant, but not for any of the others. It was quite the moment of conflicting emotions.
We considered options of transporting everyone back to Daring Heights to be healed, but all the Kobolds were so far along we weren’t sure they’d make it. As we were desperately puzzling over what to do, one of the kobolds gave into the rabid frenzy and attacked us. The others looked at us with dejected acceptance of their fate, told us to leave them and just take the Dragonborn with us. It was at this point that Wil handed one a knife? Which then proceeded to attack him in a frenzy, leaving only one. Markas stepped up at this point and killed them in their subsequent frenzy. I could only look on in horror, I was frozen to the spot. What was the right thing to have done? Was it
(It’s at this point on the page that a large ink spot spreads out from the end of the sentence, as if the quill had been resting on the page for some time.)
We then raced out of that forest with the Dragonborn in tow, as fast as we could back to Daring Heights and the temple of Selune. Luckily they were able to cure him quickly. I made sure to leave a donation afterwards for their work. Afterwards we checked he was good to get home, told him to inform the Kobold’s families, and to spread the news that poaching Almiraj there is a very bad idea.
Sheryl declared that we all needed a drink after that, and even I had to agree, if just to be surrounded by everyone’s company for a bit longer. Today was a strong reminder of how much I’m grateful for my friends.
Much Love,
BB
--
Early the next morning BB is already striding out the door of the Ettin, the rest of its inhabitants that are awake too sleepy to give her much more than a glance. She makes a beeline for the Academy and loudly knocks on the front door, patiently waiting for someone to open it. And when it does eventually open she’s standing there with a slightly determined look on her face.
“Heya, good morning, do you have any books on alchemy and transmutation theory for beginners?”