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<blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 5105335" data-attributes="member: 86320"><p>Dear Corvin,</p><p></p><p>My first night back in the vale! Our trip back was downright dangerous – we sailed upriver with the Swiftwater clan, stopped over in Moonstair and beached off the Witchlight Fens. Danger and mystery glared at us at every turn- on road and water, city and country. It is like some evil is slowly gathering, churning the dull roots of winter and sprouting cruel and savage flowers.</p><p></p><p>In Moonstair, a lone troll had attacked the town the evening before our arrival. The insolent thing swam up to the dock and grabbed a few deckhands before slipping away again to its lair. With the help of a one-armed drunkard and sometime hero, we tracked it to its lair in a gully overlaid with brambles. Bella crept in cautiously, covering Bjorn and I as we strode up a narrow den to its under cave warren. The thing awoke at the sound of someone’s clumsiness (I am a forgiving type, and prefer not to remember who), and Bella had it staggered with a crossbow bolt in its braincage. The bolt must have severed some nerve as the wretched thing kept falling. I have never faced a troll, let alone in single combat. St. Aurielous would have been proud! You should see the scar I have across my belly – the thing reached for my legs, threw me to the ground, tried to tear my legs apart, and as though that wasn’t enough, it took a great bite out of my groin. The pain was white hot, the panic was overwhelming and I can scarce put words together save this: Thank the Gods for codpieces. My friends now call me Derren Trollchoker. I kind of like it, as it takes a lot to choke a troll.</p><p></p><p>Sadly, there were no survivors of the troll’s raid that we could rescue. We burned the bodies and returned their gear to Moonstair.</p><p></p><p>On the river north, we fell across a shore where a boat was grounded and corpses gathered. I leapt onto the derelict vessel, my friends behind. Some savage ambush had caught these merchants unawares – many clawed hands across their bellies and pawed feet in the sandy shores. I even discovered the body of a Fallcrest moneylender named Amros Kalroth among the slain, and in possession of some Asmodean artefacts. Deryl found the deed to his house and decided to keep it. Perhaps we will have an Androsax hall in Fallcrest sooner rather than later! I must remember to investigate the presence of devil worship in the vale sooner. Tired of our endless debates to sail on or follow a trail, some swamp goblins attacked us, with these horrid clucking, poisonous pets that nearly bit my gibbets off a second time that week. I don’t remember much after facing off against one of them ... Deryl later told me I had turned to stone. She was worried that my friends were going to leave me on the shore, or toss me into the river ... but surely she misunderstood their adult humour. I came to myself along the river, but it took a day for my full eloquence to return to me.</p><p></p><p>We returned to the vale, managing to make as good an impression on Lord Marklehay as we did a bad one with Grelmor Zeech, the Cleric of Rao. He has it in for Deryl, but luckily, she and Bella befriended the local wizard. Deryl is camped up in his tower, protected by an ... enthusiastic little Halfling named Lazlo and an army of cats. Oh, and Bella’s there, and she can be pretty protective too when no one else is looking. The whole damn town is surrounded by orcs. I fear the worst. </p><p></p><p>What’s left to say? The boys are with me at the Cliffwatch. The moon is a sliver in the sky. I wonder what Briannah is doing? I can’t believe she gave me her father’s ... wait – there is the sound of conflict outside.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PHDungeon, post: 5105335, member: 86320"] Dear Corvin, My first night back in the vale! Our trip back was downright dangerous – we sailed upriver with the Swiftwater clan, stopped over in Moonstair and beached off the Witchlight Fens. Danger and mystery glared at us at every turn- on road and water, city and country. It is like some evil is slowly gathering, churning the dull roots of winter and sprouting cruel and savage flowers. In Moonstair, a lone troll had attacked the town the evening before our arrival. The insolent thing swam up to the dock and grabbed a few deckhands before slipping away again to its lair. With the help of a one-armed drunkard and sometime hero, we tracked it to its lair in a gully overlaid with brambles. Bella crept in cautiously, covering Bjorn and I as we strode up a narrow den to its under cave warren. The thing awoke at the sound of someone’s clumsiness (I am a forgiving type, and prefer not to remember who), and Bella had it staggered with a crossbow bolt in its braincage. The bolt must have severed some nerve as the wretched thing kept falling. I have never faced a troll, let alone in single combat. St. Aurielous would have been proud! You should see the scar I have across my belly – the thing reached for my legs, threw me to the ground, tried to tear my legs apart, and as though that wasn’t enough, it took a great bite out of my groin. The pain was white hot, the panic was overwhelming and I can scarce put words together save this: Thank the Gods for codpieces. My friends now call me Derren Trollchoker. I kind of like it, as it takes a lot to choke a troll. Sadly, there were no survivors of the troll’s raid that we could rescue. We burned the bodies and returned their gear to Moonstair. On the river north, we fell across a shore where a boat was grounded and corpses gathered. I leapt onto the derelict vessel, my friends behind. Some savage ambush had caught these merchants unawares – many clawed hands across their bellies and pawed feet in the sandy shores. I even discovered the body of a Fallcrest moneylender named Amros Kalroth among the slain, and in possession of some Asmodean artefacts. Deryl found the deed to his house and decided to keep it. Perhaps we will have an Androsax hall in Fallcrest sooner rather than later! I must remember to investigate the presence of devil worship in the vale sooner. Tired of our endless debates to sail on or follow a trail, some swamp goblins attacked us, with these horrid clucking, poisonous pets that nearly bit my gibbets off a second time that week. I don’t remember much after facing off against one of them ... Deryl later told me I had turned to stone. She was worried that my friends were going to leave me on the shore, or toss me into the river ... but surely she misunderstood their adult humour. I came to myself along the river, but it took a day for my full eloquence to return to me. We returned to the vale, managing to make as good an impression on Lord Marklehay as we did a bad one with Grelmor Zeech, the Cleric of Rao. He has it in for Deryl, but luckily, she and Bella befriended the local wizard. Deryl is camped up in his tower, protected by an ... enthusiastic little Halfling named Lazlo and an army of cats. Oh, and Bella’s there, and she can be pretty protective too when no one else is looking. The whole damn town is surrounded by orcs. I fear the worst. What’s left to say? The boys are with me at the Cliffwatch. The moon is a sliver in the sky. I wonder what Briannah is doing? I can’t believe she gave me her father’s ... wait – there is the sound of conflict outside. [/QUOTE]
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