[Levels 1-4] Forests & Firbolgs - Dum Bah writes home

The Three Headed Ettin,
Daring 
Kantas

&th of the month of February


Respected and Honoured Father,

My efforts to collect Church Funds continue unabated but the shortage of decent paid quests are beginning to make me consider retiring from the Adventuring Life. Maybe mining pays better. And I don't think I'd miss the daylight, which always makes me squint.  Anyway this week the Mayor of this two bit town popped up in the tavern to solicit help to find a Firbolg Druid who'd got lost in the woods! It is in the nature of Druids to get lost in woods and there was no gold being offered, so I was all for returning to my Ale and religious texts. (By the way the rumour that I was seen reading '60 shades of Kobold' is not true and you must disregard any reports you hear to the contrary). But there's a Wood Elf who's arrived in the last few days and she was minded to go on a search as did a local Warlock called Thokk - and my friend Toby, the esteemed Paladin said he was also possessed of itchy feet. So I put my beer down and off we set.

Life is cheap here on the Expanse. An old woman who used to sell dubious potions has also disappeared; we passed a hole where her hut used to be. I feel she may have fallen out with certain business factions here in Daring. Still, into the woods we trekked. We dwarves don't like woods, muddy places with ditches and ponds to fall into do we? And no amount of exposure to trees will make me change my mind. Unpredictable things happen; we found a deserted Firbolg village so even they have problems living here. Another group of beings who have issues with forests are the Pixies. We don't have them in the mountains, weird little things with wings. Cutting a long story short we found some bodies of their kind which I supervised a short burial service for, along with my friend Toby. A survivor seems to have attached himself to me and now flutters round the tavern as I write this letter.  Strange little chap. Cheap to feed though. 

Anyway a horrid old crone was torturing the local residents - we tracked her to her lair - a grisly scene presented itself, I shan't put you off your porridge - and you'll be pleased to hear that at last I scored a hit with my Guiding Bolt before I tripped over Nurofen and banged my toe. The crazy old hag was cut down by my illustrious comrades and tonight the Church Fund is 125 Gold pieces better off. So it all goes to show that even looking for lost druids in woods can be a profitable activity here in Kantas. 

I shall close now as Fjell the rescued Firbolg has challenged me to an arm wrestling match. Please convey my regards to my brothers and mother, and can you please tell her the socks she sent have turned out to be very warm, thank you very much.

Your Son

Dum Bah