The Hardest Part - 24/04/2018
Apr 25, 2018 9:45:07 GMT
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Post by Nuno (Rholor) on Apr 25, 2018 9:45:07 GMT
To all adventurers and partakers in the upcoming battle for the survival of Daring Heights:
A delegation of adventurers heeded Commander Birchleaf's call.
We set on a lengthy mission involving an unnecessarily uncomfortable amount of teleportation magic to recruit and acquire as much aid as we could before the eminent Green Tide arrives at our fort's gates.
This diplomatic delegation consisted of a charismatic zealot, a hearty gardener, a passionate dwarf, a peace-bringing halfling, a freedom fighter assassin and myself.
We started by acquiring the aid of one of the most recent denizens of Daring, Ka'sam de Djinn that owns the trendy hipster cocktail bar in town. He has agreed to aid us in our battle so he can continue growing his business at the cost of Daring's sobriety.
After that, Aurelia promptly teleported us close by the portal tree into the Feywild. Here we met Regius Milthorian, a fellow diviner, and after a few compelling arguments were traded he agreed to speak to his cousin on our behalf. You see his cousin is a Captain in a regiment of Eladrin warriors and they've agreed to help us on the day of the battle. To my discontent, we payed Granny a visit since we were already in the Feywild. She was moderately helpful, granting us a deal with a Dao from the elemental plane of earth to reinforce the core structure of the fort. All my companions had to give in return was some gems and some fond memories of their past. After that, I quickly got us back to Daring Heights with the power invested onto me by the Moonmaiden.
After we've rested for the night, first thing next morning, Aurelia once more teleported us south, close to the ancient dwarven citadel of Vorsthold, excuse my spelling, surprisingly enough I was never trained in the subtleties of the dwarven language. After defeating a vicious Draegloth an amalgam of a drow soul with a gnarly demonic entity, we were granted entrance into this town. As someone that doesn't necessarily feel comfortable around dwarven culture the negotiations were carried by the hearty Barden, the fervorous Dvargar and the inspiring Doom Bah. Soon enough I was transporting us through the astral cloth back to my temple in Daring Heights with the promise of a shipment of dwarven weaponry, armour and a catapult. Not before I gave my words that if we survive and their help arrives we shall assemble a capable taskforce to go back south and aid the dwarven citadel in its constant fight against the terrors of the underdark.
It was then that we reported back to Commander Birchleaf and went our separate ways... each one of us, a tiny leaf spinning in a never ending whirlpool of emotions, duties and ideas. Next week the whirlpool will come to a halt while blades clash and fire burns in the battle for our on existence. Be strong my fellow fighters, strike true and keep your heads up, we have survived a lot as a town we can survive a couple of warmongering orcs. Godspeed, everyone...
Rholor
A delegation of adventurers heeded Commander Birchleaf's call.
We set on a lengthy mission involving an unnecessarily uncomfortable amount of teleportation magic to recruit and acquire as much aid as we could before the eminent Green Tide arrives at our fort's gates.
This diplomatic delegation consisted of a charismatic zealot, a hearty gardener, a passionate dwarf, a peace-bringing halfling, a freedom fighter assassin and myself.
We started by acquiring the aid of one of the most recent denizens of Daring, Ka'sam de Djinn that owns the trendy hipster cocktail bar in town. He has agreed to aid us in our battle so he can continue growing his business at the cost of Daring's sobriety.
After that, Aurelia promptly teleported us close by the portal tree into the Feywild. Here we met Regius Milthorian, a fellow diviner, and after a few compelling arguments were traded he agreed to speak to his cousin on our behalf. You see his cousin is a Captain in a regiment of Eladrin warriors and they've agreed to help us on the day of the battle. To my discontent, we payed Granny a visit since we were already in the Feywild. She was moderately helpful, granting us a deal with a Dao from the elemental plane of earth to reinforce the core structure of the fort. All my companions had to give in return was some gems and some fond memories of their past. After that, I quickly got us back to Daring Heights with the power invested onto me by the Moonmaiden.
After we've rested for the night, first thing next morning, Aurelia once more teleported us south, close to the ancient dwarven citadel of Vorsthold, excuse my spelling, surprisingly enough I was never trained in the subtleties of the dwarven language. After defeating a vicious Draegloth an amalgam of a drow soul with a gnarly demonic entity, we were granted entrance into this town. As someone that doesn't necessarily feel comfortable around dwarven culture the negotiations were carried by the hearty Barden, the fervorous Dvargar and the inspiring Doom Bah. Soon enough I was transporting us through the astral cloth back to my temple in Daring Heights with the promise of a shipment of dwarven weaponry, armour and a catapult. Not before I gave my words that if we survive and their help arrives we shall assemble a capable taskforce to go back south and aid the dwarven citadel in its constant fight against the terrors of the underdark.
It was then that we reported back to Commander Birchleaf and went our separate ways... each one of us, a tiny leaf spinning in a never ending whirlpool of emotions, duties and ideas. Next week the whirlpool will come to a halt while blades clash and fire burns in the battle for our on existence. Be strong my fellow fighters, strike true and keep your heads up, we have survived a lot as a town we can survive a couple of warmongering orcs. Godspeed, everyone...
Rholor
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