Endur
First Post
Through the clouds of insects you spot a hemispherical indentation in the mud. Half-filled with water and mud, the earthen bowl suggests that something large and round once occupied the space. Scattered amongst the reeds are numerous chunks of broken stone, as well as humanoid bones.
No plants grow within twenty feet of the earthen bowl.
Zinnias recoils when he looks at the earthen depression. An evil artifact of great power once rested there. Perhaps a great stone or something else of large size. The lingering aura was still enough to shock the holy warrior.
Dra'vin finds numerous footprints around the bowl. A skirmish was obviously fought here, several weeks ago. Footprints of horses, men, and a giant can be made out.
Searching through the reeds, List discovers the rotted, mostly-devoured remains of a light warhorse and its rider. Tucked in one of the slain horse's saddlebags is a leather-bound diary. Moisture has warped the book and smeared its ink. However, one section remains intact.
"My lady plans to travel to the far side of the mountains and find the elusive brigands known as Harular's Claws. I must accompany her and help her overcome this foul scourge of the trade ways. Shaunnra has heard rumors that Harular has dragon's blood coursing through his veins. As Shaunnra's squire, I've learned a great deal. But as her adventuring partner, I will have a chance to prove myself. My life begins soon."
No plants grow within twenty feet of the earthen bowl.
Zinnias recoils when he looks at the earthen depression. An evil artifact of great power once rested there. Perhaps a great stone or something else of large size. The lingering aura was still enough to shock the holy warrior.
Dra'vin finds numerous footprints around the bowl. A skirmish was obviously fought here, several weeks ago. Footprints of horses, men, and a giant can be made out.
Searching through the reeds, List discovers the rotted, mostly-devoured remains of a light warhorse and its rider. Tucked in one of the slain horse's saddlebags is a leather-bound diary. Moisture has warped the book and smeared its ink. However, one section remains intact.
"My lady plans to travel to the far side of the mountains and find the elusive brigands known as Harular's Claws. I must accompany her and help her overcome this foul scourge of the trade ways. Shaunnra has heard rumors that Harular has dragon's blood coursing through his veins. As Shaunnra's squire, I've learned a great deal. But as her adventuring partner, I will have a chance to prove myself. My life begins soon."