Tarin Brokenleaf: Finding the lost Sargent - May 2nd
May 3, 2017 20:17:33 GMT
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Post by mikep on May 3, 2017 20:17:33 GMT
*Pinned on the wall of the Three-Headed Ettin*
The Free Scrolls of Exploration
It is said that my kind are secretive, and that it is impossible to tell what we are truly thinking. These things may be true. It may simply be convenient for Elves that others believe them to be true.
What is certain is that we must bend to the wind of circumstance, or be broken.
These things considered, I will provide a simple factual account of my latest venture into the wild. It is available behind the bar for all to read, and I hope provides information that increases the value of the map we are creating.
I encourage others to join in this task, contributing their discoveries. Pooling what we know makes us wise in a land where only fools are selfish.
What we have found to the North: Scroll one
Five of us traveled North to discover the fate of Bardin, a member of the guard who had left town a month ago to prospect for riches. There were rumours of a gemstone-encrusted cave that he and three friends decided to investigate.
The cave exists. It lies 18 miles to the North of town, and slightly East. You will find it to your right, when you have woods to your left, right, and front. It is located within a verdant horseshoe, if poetry assists your memory.
The way is reasonably well-made for the first few miles, but disappears as you enter rolling hills. The hills transition to grasslands dotted with sparse shrubs. The way is signposted by a 100ft high tree bedecked with orange and pink leaves, hanging with blue fruit that glow. These fruit are not yet ripe, are bitter, but do not appear harmful, based on a very small test. At least to dwarves. The fruit will glow for several hours after picking.
Our group named it Beacon Tree, for it glows brightly at night. You may come to know it as The Tree of Safe Harbour. It guided us back to Daring Heights as we fled from a Gnoll warband that would have killed us all. There is an observation platform in the canopy and a ladder that allows easy access.
We came across three Gnolls who had the appearance of the undead. These we dispatched. We avoided a war party of 26 White Gnolls and 8 Hyenas, travelling from East to West. My fellow traveler Gunnloda has already made sure that this group is known across town. Be on your guard should you see them.
Death lurks at the cave. We came across the bodies of both Bardin and a companion being consumed by small spiderish creatures that have an eel-like head. I recognised them from tales of my youth. They are the brood spawn of a thing from the Underdark. Do not let their size fool you, for their bite is deadly poison. They should be engaged from a distance.
We overcame these abominations and recovered a bag full of uncut gemstone. It appears that there are riches in the cave. The dangers within are unclear, but clearly grave. Enter it with an abundance of caution. Where there are children, you will likely find parents.
On our return we were chased by Gnolls, at least a dozen in number. They were close to town. Do not become complacent when you see the lights of Daring Heights. Until you are through the gates you are still in danger.
If you wish to find me to discuss these matters I am employed at the Adventurer's Outfitters. I feel that 350 years in the wilds qualifies an Elf to recommend suitable boots and a cloak.
Tarin
The private thoughts of Tarin Brokenleaf
This is a land both familiar and twisted. However, I have begun to find my bearings, and my aim.
Adrik, Gunnloda, Morrigan, and Arakus were fine companions on our journey. The eyes of Gunnloda drift as she appears to be exploring realms other than our material plane, but she is possessed with powerful magic. She provided me assistance that meant I was able to become one with the land. When Arakus succumbed to the poison of the spawnlings she restored him to a level of vitality that surprised us. Him most of all, I suspect.
Arakus' magic seems to be one of vengeance, and its destructive power is obvious. However, he is one of the calmest half-orcs I have met. The rage of his magic is perhaps some form of release?
Adrik is a doughty fighter. His approach is almost Orcish in its brutality and honesty. Not words I would ever share with a dwarf. I do not wish to be entered into a Clan's Book of Grudges, even thought I mean it as a form of praise.
Morrigan has the impetuosity of youth. Human youth at that. Once he found his sword and his courage he acquitted himself well. He will learn quickly no doubt, as humans have to.
All of them played their part in our success, although there were moments when I watched our scouts with bemusement. They didn't so much as watch the wild, as let it find them. At least it gave me chance to let my bow sing its lament.
These reflections have stirred memories of my own youth, and the druids who raised me. They were taken from me too soon, but something of them lingers, and this land has awakened it. I seem able to translate thoughts into actions, something they did effortlessly. I know this to be the whispers of magic. If I reflect more, I may be able to put this to use.
The Free Scrolls of Exploration
It is said that my kind are secretive, and that it is impossible to tell what we are truly thinking. These things may be true. It may simply be convenient for Elves that others believe them to be true.
What is certain is that we must bend to the wind of circumstance, or be broken.
These things considered, I will provide a simple factual account of my latest venture into the wild. It is available behind the bar for all to read, and I hope provides information that increases the value of the map we are creating.
I encourage others to join in this task, contributing their discoveries. Pooling what we know makes us wise in a land where only fools are selfish.
What we have found to the North: Scroll one
Five of us traveled North to discover the fate of Bardin, a member of the guard who had left town a month ago to prospect for riches. There were rumours of a gemstone-encrusted cave that he and three friends decided to investigate.
The cave exists. It lies 18 miles to the North of town, and slightly East. You will find it to your right, when you have woods to your left, right, and front. It is located within a verdant horseshoe, if poetry assists your memory.
The way is reasonably well-made for the first few miles, but disappears as you enter rolling hills. The hills transition to grasslands dotted with sparse shrubs. The way is signposted by a 100ft high tree bedecked with orange and pink leaves, hanging with blue fruit that glow. These fruit are not yet ripe, are bitter, but do not appear harmful, based on a very small test. At least to dwarves. The fruit will glow for several hours after picking.
Our group named it Beacon Tree, for it glows brightly at night. You may come to know it as The Tree of Safe Harbour. It guided us back to Daring Heights as we fled from a Gnoll warband that would have killed us all. There is an observation platform in the canopy and a ladder that allows easy access.
We came across three Gnolls who had the appearance of the undead. These we dispatched. We avoided a war party of 26 White Gnolls and 8 Hyenas, travelling from East to West. My fellow traveler Gunnloda has already made sure that this group is known across town. Be on your guard should you see them.
Death lurks at the cave. We came across the bodies of both Bardin and a companion being consumed by small spiderish creatures that have an eel-like head. I recognised them from tales of my youth. They are the brood spawn of a thing from the Underdark. Do not let their size fool you, for their bite is deadly poison. They should be engaged from a distance.
We overcame these abominations and recovered a bag full of uncut gemstone. It appears that there are riches in the cave. The dangers within are unclear, but clearly grave. Enter it with an abundance of caution. Where there are children, you will likely find parents.
On our return we were chased by Gnolls, at least a dozen in number. They were close to town. Do not become complacent when you see the lights of Daring Heights. Until you are through the gates you are still in danger.
If you wish to find me to discuss these matters I am employed at the Adventurer's Outfitters. I feel that 350 years in the wilds qualifies an Elf to recommend suitable boots and a cloak.
Tarin
The private thoughts of Tarin Brokenleaf
This is a land both familiar and twisted. However, I have begun to find my bearings, and my aim.
Adrik, Gunnloda, Morrigan, and Arakus were fine companions on our journey. The eyes of Gunnloda drift as she appears to be exploring realms other than our material plane, but she is possessed with powerful magic. She provided me assistance that meant I was able to become one with the land. When Arakus succumbed to the poison of the spawnlings she restored him to a level of vitality that surprised us. Him most of all, I suspect.
Arakus' magic seems to be one of vengeance, and its destructive power is obvious. However, he is one of the calmest half-orcs I have met. The rage of his magic is perhaps some form of release?
Adrik is a doughty fighter. His approach is almost Orcish in its brutality and honesty. Not words I would ever share with a dwarf. I do not wish to be entered into a Clan's Book of Grudges, even thought I mean it as a form of praise.
Morrigan has the impetuosity of youth. Human youth at that. Once he found his sword and his courage he acquitted himself well. He will learn quickly no doubt, as humans have to.
All of them played their part in our success, although there were moments when I watched our scouts with bemusement. They didn't so much as watch the wild, as let it find them. At least it gave me chance to let my bow sing its lament.
These reflections have stirred memories of my own youth, and the druids who raised me. They were taken from me too soon, but something of them lingers, and this land has awakened it. I seem able to translate thoughts into actions, something they did effortlessly. I know this to be the whispers of magic. If I reflect more, I may be able to put this to use.
