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<blockquote data-quote="Ipissimus" data-source="post: 3443310" data-attributes="member: 41514"><p>Day 14 - Patchwall 591 CY</p><p></p><p>These lands are troubled. It seems that the very fabric of the natural order is in disarray, though that is not how I became embroiled in this new business. In fact, I blame a combination of events and my letter of Mark.</p><p></p><p>It began after I crossed the boarder and into Celene, finding to great relief that a village was close by as indicated by a traveller's stone to one side of a crossroad in my path. It was as I read the stone that I became aware of a rider appreaching from the direction I was headed. As I turned to look, two armsmen baring the colours of a merchant house stepped out of the dense forrest to meet him.</p><p></p><p>The messanger got down from his horse and handed a small pouch to one of the armsmen. The armsmen then slew him right in front of my eyes, without pity, remorse, concern or even a shred of mercy. Wary that I was outnumbered, I chose to keep my distance and hail the two murderers, using a prestidigitation spell to cause a momentary crackle of illusory green lightning to arc between my fingertips as a warning.</p><p></p><p>They stopped and were very polite, amazingly polite considering that I had just witnessed their foul deed. In fact, their manners wouldn't have been out of place in a king's court, it was strange to say the least. They were very fourthcoming, admitting that they had been charged with returning the item handed to them to its proper owner and taking revenge from the thief that stole it by their 'wise master', claiming that their actions were lawful and just. Not knowing the truth of the situation, I bade them leave the way they had come, warning them against trechery. They left and, after I was sure they were gone, I took it upon myself to examine the body.</p><p></p><p>It was while I was examining the body that the boarder patrol came across the scene. As it happened, it wasn't chance that brought them to me either, they were chasing the 'messenger' who they suspected of stealing a precious object of some sort from a recently interred body. The situation was certainly confusing and I was in danger of being arrested, so I produced my letter of Mark to help prove my innocence. The letter held great store with the sheriff and in the space of several heartbeats I was 'recruited' to help him investigate the matter.</p><p></p><p>As happy as I am to help the law, this delay with no promise of reward does chafe slightly.</p><p></p><p>While he returned to the village promising to bring back with him a skilled tracker, he left me to scout the area as best I could. It wasn't long before I found a trail where the armsmen had gone, and in even shorter order I found an ancient elven trail marker mostly buried in the mud. The forrest is very marsh-like in these parts, the result of a stream that flows into a shallow depression in the hilly terrain.</p><p></p><p>In my initial explorations, I crossed paths with a cockatrice, a swarm of more giant bees and a nest of giant spiders, though I avoided or bypassed each in turn. The animals, tough dangerous if hungry or provoked, didn't disturb me. In fact, it took a human to attempt to waylay me when I was just about to pack it in for the day and return to the road. The two armsmen I had encountered before emerged from the bushes on either side of the trail, brandishing longswords. I was preparing to retaliate when a white wolf took one of them by the throat. The other ran as his friend was torn to pieces.</p><p></p><p>Shocked as I was at the sudden rescue, I stood terribly still so as not to provoke the wolf who had apparently saved my life. To my surprise, the wolf could speak.Thornfur, as he introduced himself, was once the companion of the local druid, now deceased from old age. He revealed that he had been watching me for some time and had only just chosen to reveal himself as I was threatened. Amazingly, he had a job for me in order to repay my debt for saving my life.</p><p></p><p>I searched the dead armsman and discovered a very ornate glass eye inset with jewels worth a veritable king's ransom. A pity I must return it to its rightful owner, in fact, it could purchase me much in the next township. Otherwise, I would have sworn that he was an ordinary caravan guard from his equipment and livery. It is certainly strange for such to take up banditry.</p><p></p><p>Thornfur took me back to the remnants of the Druid's shack, now the wolve's den. Twelve wolves, plus Thornfur, left with us in order to fight some sort of evil plant beast. Our assault was nothing short of a disaster. The moment the wolves came upon the thing's clearing, they charged without even giving me a moment's consultation. Fortunately, the thing had cleared the forrest around it of all other life so I could use my most powerful fire spells against it. It was some sort of fell and malignant tree, an abberation of nature and evil to the core.</p><p></p><p>Only Thornfur and I walked away from that clearing after making sure the thing was nothing but ash. We dug out the roots even, I poured oil over the burning thing and obliterated it. The loss of the wolves has hit the pack hard, Thornfur hasn't been able to care for the forrest as it was, now he has only one female left and five pups to protect. Tomorrow, he says, he'll take me back to the trail to meet the Sheriff. I feel heartbroken for his loss.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ipissimus, post: 3443310, member: 41514"] Day 14 - Patchwall 591 CY These lands are troubled. It seems that the very fabric of the natural order is in disarray, though that is not how I became embroiled in this new business. In fact, I blame a combination of events and my letter of Mark. It began after I crossed the boarder and into Celene, finding to great relief that a village was close by as indicated by a traveller's stone to one side of a crossroad in my path. It was as I read the stone that I became aware of a rider appreaching from the direction I was headed. As I turned to look, two armsmen baring the colours of a merchant house stepped out of the dense forrest to meet him. The messanger got down from his horse and handed a small pouch to one of the armsmen. The armsmen then slew him right in front of my eyes, without pity, remorse, concern or even a shred of mercy. Wary that I was outnumbered, I chose to keep my distance and hail the two murderers, using a prestidigitation spell to cause a momentary crackle of illusory green lightning to arc between my fingertips as a warning. They stopped and were very polite, amazingly polite considering that I had just witnessed their foul deed. In fact, their manners wouldn't have been out of place in a king's court, it was strange to say the least. They were very fourthcoming, admitting that they had been charged with returning the item handed to them to its proper owner and taking revenge from the thief that stole it by their 'wise master', claiming that their actions were lawful and just. Not knowing the truth of the situation, I bade them leave the way they had come, warning them against trechery. They left and, after I was sure they were gone, I took it upon myself to examine the body. It was while I was examining the body that the boarder patrol came across the scene. As it happened, it wasn't chance that brought them to me either, they were chasing the 'messenger' who they suspected of stealing a precious object of some sort from a recently interred body. The situation was certainly confusing and I was in danger of being arrested, so I produced my letter of Mark to help prove my innocence. The letter held great store with the sheriff and in the space of several heartbeats I was 'recruited' to help him investigate the matter. As happy as I am to help the law, this delay with no promise of reward does chafe slightly. While he returned to the village promising to bring back with him a skilled tracker, he left me to scout the area as best I could. It wasn't long before I found a trail where the armsmen had gone, and in even shorter order I found an ancient elven trail marker mostly buried in the mud. The forrest is very marsh-like in these parts, the result of a stream that flows into a shallow depression in the hilly terrain. In my initial explorations, I crossed paths with a cockatrice, a swarm of more giant bees and a nest of giant spiders, though I avoided or bypassed each in turn. The animals, tough dangerous if hungry or provoked, didn't disturb me. In fact, it took a human to attempt to waylay me when I was just about to pack it in for the day and return to the road. The two armsmen I had encountered before emerged from the bushes on either side of the trail, brandishing longswords. I was preparing to retaliate when a white wolf took one of them by the throat. The other ran as his friend was torn to pieces. Shocked as I was at the sudden rescue, I stood terribly still so as not to provoke the wolf who had apparently saved my life. To my surprise, the wolf could speak.Thornfur, as he introduced himself, was once the companion of the local druid, now deceased from old age. He revealed that he had been watching me for some time and had only just chosen to reveal himself as I was threatened. Amazingly, he had a job for me in order to repay my debt for saving my life. I searched the dead armsman and discovered a very ornate glass eye inset with jewels worth a veritable king's ransom. A pity I must return it to its rightful owner, in fact, it could purchase me much in the next township. Otherwise, I would have sworn that he was an ordinary caravan guard from his equipment and livery. It is certainly strange for such to take up banditry. Thornfur took me back to the remnants of the Druid's shack, now the wolve's den. Twelve wolves, plus Thornfur, left with us in order to fight some sort of evil plant beast. Our assault was nothing short of a disaster. The moment the wolves came upon the thing's clearing, they charged without even giving me a moment's consultation. Fortunately, the thing had cleared the forrest around it of all other life so I could use my most powerful fire spells against it. It was some sort of fell and malignant tree, an abberation of nature and evil to the core. Only Thornfur and I walked away from that clearing after making sure the thing was nothing but ash. We dug out the roots even, I poured oil over the burning thing and obliterated it. The loss of the wolves has hit the pack hard, Thornfur hasn't been able to care for the forrest as it was, now he has only one female left and five pups to protect. Tomorrow, he says, he'll take me back to the trail to meet the Sheriff. I feel heartbroken for his loss. [/QUOTE]
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