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The Dark Squad in the Secrets of Saltmarsh #136 Into the Mere of the Dead Men.
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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 8056915" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><strong>Playa Playa</strong></span><em> </em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em></em></p><p>A Buggles interlude, the wood elf briefly returns to the Neverwinter Forest to tell his friends- the Outcast is dead.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em>‘Well that’s that’ said Buggles as he hoisted the sack containing the Outcast’s head over his shoulder, turned his back on Thundertree, and headed for Neverwinter Wood. He turned back to regard his new companions and said with a wave, ‘Cheers, see you in Neverwinter’.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Buggles moved quickly off into Neverwinter Wood, it would take him a day or so to get back to the Grove. He walked the familiar trails and made good ground, camping for the night with only a few miles left to go.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Settling down for a meal, Buggles spotted a familiar sight approaching his small camp – fairy lights, pink and green, flying through the trees in his direction. It was the sprites, Flit and Wit, no doubt Mother Willow had sent them out to check up on him. Buggles waited for the pair to finally finish twittering around the treetops and come down to see him.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>With a burst of multicoloured lights, Flit and then Wit, took on their regular form – that of a tiny humanoid around a foot tall, with little wings and mischievous grins.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘You’re not dead! Hee hee! What’s in the sack?’ asked Flit, reaching for it.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Tell Mother the Outcast is dead, I bring his head’ replied Buggles, swiping at Flit as he started pulling open the bloodied burlap sack containing the druid's head. Wit managed to grab some food from Buggle’s plate in the commotion, ‘I’ll deliver it tomorrow’ said Buggles with an air of finality.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Flit and Wit rose up off the ground, chattering all the while, and with a ‘See you later’ transformed into their light balls and whizzed off through the dark forest.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Buggles retired for the night soon after, and awoke the next morning early to get back to the Grove with his prize. By mid-morning, he could make out the Grove through the trees - Greyam the Gruff’s log cabin, the small pond where he learned to swim and fish, and the mighty Willow tree, home of Mother Willow. Everyone was waiting for him as he rolled up, with Flit and Wit twittering around his head, and even his Aunt Ingrid had turned up to see if he'd survived. Buggles had been sent to stay with Aunt Ingrid, a most disgusting and vile Hag who dwelled in a dark part of Neverwinter Wood, a few years earlier, and it wasn't an experience he ever wanted to repeat.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Welcome back, lad’ said Grayam, the huge goat headed Gruff, his axe resting on one shoulder. Mother Willow just waited expectantly.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘The Outcast is dead’ proclaimed Buggles. Hefting the sack he rolled the contents out towards Mother Willow. His smile faded as a turnip bounced across the mossy ground, coming to rest at Mother Willow’s feet.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘What’s this?’ she asked. Flit and Wit were almost beside themselves with glee.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘What the…?’ Buggles struggled for words, ‘I had the Outcast’s head in there… you two!’ he rounded on Flit and Wit, who buzzed away a safe distance.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Mother Willow laughed, ‘They brought the head in last night, I’m not sure why you felt the need to cut off his head at all to be honest, I could feel it the moment he and that awful tree were gone from this world. Did you have any help?’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Not really’ said Buggles.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Oh?’ asked Mother Willow, ‘Flit and Wit said that a band of adventurers entered the citadel before you did, didn’t you see them in there?’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Yeah I saw them. The dwarf slept through the whole battle, and the rest weren’t much use, except for their Shifter who is pretty handy’. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Ah yes I sensed him’ Mother Willow said, ‘So what will you do now?’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘I hadn’t thought about it’ said Buggles, ‘Probably just chill here with you guys’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘No I don’t think that’s your road, you should go to Neverwinter and find out more about this evil you have released'</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>'I never mentioned that part...'</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>'I know' Mother Willow said, 'Do you think a 9-foot tall dragon elf fleeing from a citadel magically risen from the gorund went completely unnoticed?'</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Yeah ok. But technically, I only undid one of the clasps.' Buggles protested, as Mother Willow put her hands on her hips, 'What, now?’ he asked rather taken aback.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Tomorrow I think, Grayum needs some help with the cabin, its leaking again.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Great’ Buggles started to leave.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>'Mind if I keep that head?' asked Ingrid with a toothy grin, 'It will go well in my collection' she added, hissing out the final word, as was her way. Buggles shrugged and sloped off to ditch his travelling gear and fetch the roofing tools.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The following day, Buggles sets off for the city of Neverwinter. His plan? To find out more about Gwen <strong>(the Skeleton summoned by Night Caller, the magic whistle- the DM reminds the reader</strong>), can she be put to rest, or even redeemed? In the meantime, he needed to find out the limits of her magic. Then there was the matter of this Durgeddin the Black, and he needed a skilled leatherworker to craft a rather special item. Neverwinter seems like a good place to find the answers he seeks.</em></p><p></p><p><strong>~ The Tales of Buggles ~</strong></p><p></p><p>Nice work Stu, just waiting on Newt's/Bear's Citadel saga, can't wait to hear/see it.</p><p></p><p><strong>Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not reflect the official policy or position of the DM.</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 8056915, member: 16069"] [CENTER][SIZE=7][B]Playa Playa[/B][/SIZE][I][SIZE=7] [/SIZE] [/I][/CENTER] A Buggles interlude, the wood elf briefly returns to the Neverwinter Forest to tell his friends- the Outcast is dead. [I]‘Well that’s that’ said Buggles as he hoisted the sack containing the Outcast’s head over his shoulder, turned his back on Thundertree, and headed for Neverwinter Wood. He turned back to regard his new companions and said with a wave, ‘Cheers, see you in Neverwinter’. Buggles moved quickly off into Neverwinter Wood, it would take him a day or so to get back to the Grove. He walked the familiar trails and made good ground, camping for the night with only a few miles left to go. Settling down for a meal, Buggles spotted a familiar sight approaching his small camp – fairy lights, pink and green, flying through the trees in his direction. It was the sprites, Flit and Wit, no doubt Mother Willow had sent them out to check up on him. Buggles waited for the pair to finally finish twittering around the treetops and come down to see him. With a burst of multicoloured lights, Flit and then Wit, took on their regular form – that of a tiny humanoid around a foot tall, with little wings and mischievous grins. ‘You’re not dead! Hee hee! What’s in the sack?’ asked Flit, reaching for it. ‘Tell Mother the Outcast is dead, I bring his head’ replied Buggles, swiping at Flit as he started pulling open the bloodied burlap sack containing the druid's head. Wit managed to grab some food from Buggle’s plate in the commotion, ‘I’ll deliver it tomorrow’ said Buggles with an air of finality. Flit and Wit rose up off the ground, chattering all the while, and with a ‘See you later’ transformed into their light balls and whizzed off through the dark forest. Buggles retired for the night soon after, and awoke the next morning early to get back to the Grove with his prize. By mid-morning, he could make out the Grove through the trees - Greyam the Gruff’s log cabin, the small pond where he learned to swim and fish, and the mighty Willow tree, home of Mother Willow. Everyone was waiting for him as he rolled up, with Flit and Wit twittering around his head, and even his Aunt Ingrid had turned up to see if he'd survived. Buggles had been sent to stay with Aunt Ingrid, a most disgusting and vile Hag who dwelled in a dark part of Neverwinter Wood, a few years earlier, and it wasn't an experience he ever wanted to repeat. ‘Welcome back, lad’ said Grayam, the huge goat headed Gruff, his axe resting on one shoulder. Mother Willow just waited expectantly. ‘The Outcast is dead’ proclaimed Buggles. Hefting the sack he rolled the contents out towards Mother Willow. His smile faded as a turnip bounced across the mossy ground, coming to rest at Mother Willow’s feet. ‘What’s this?’ she asked. Flit and Wit were almost beside themselves with glee. ‘What the…?’ Buggles struggled for words, ‘I had the Outcast’s head in there… you two!’ he rounded on Flit and Wit, who buzzed away a safe distance. Mother Willow laughed, ‘They brought the head in last night, I’m not sure why you felt the need to cut off his head at all to be honest, I could feel it the moment he and that awful tree were gone from this world. Did you have any help?’ ‘Not really’ said Buggles. ‘Oh?’ asked Mother Willow, ‘Flit and Wit said that a band of adventurers entered the citadel before you did, didn’t you see them in there?’ ‘Yeah I saw them. The dwarf slept through the whole battle, and the rest weren’t much use, except for their Shifter who is pretty handy’. ‘Ah yes I sensed him’ Mother Willow said, ‘So what will you do now?’ ‘I hadn’t thought about it’ said Buggles, ‘Probably just chill here with you guys’ ‘No I don’t think that’s your road, you should go to Neverwinter and find out more about this evil you have released' 'I never mentioned that part...' 'I know' Mother Willow said, 'Do you think a 9-foot tall dragon elf fleeing from a citadel magically risen from the gorund went completely unnoticed?' ‘Yeah ok. But technically, I only undid one of the clasps.' Buggles protested, as Mother Willow put her hands on her hips, 'What, now?’ he asked rather taken aback. ‘Tomorrow I think, Grayum needs some help with the cabin, its leaking again. ‘Great’ Buggles started to leave. 'Mind if I keep that head?' asked Ingrid with a toothy grin, 'It will go well in my collection' she added, hissing out the final word, as was her way. Buggles shrugged and sloped off to ditch his travelling gear and fetch the roofing tools. The following day, Buggles sets off for the city of Neverwinter. His plan? To find out more about Gwen [B](the Skeleton summoned by Night Caller, the magic whistle- the DM reminds the reader[/B]), can she be put to rest, or even redeemed? In the meantime, he needed to find out the limits of her magic. Then there was the matter of this Durgeddin the Black, and he needed a skilled leatherworker to craft a rather special item. Neverwinter seems like a good place to find the answers he seeks.[/I] [B]~ The Tales of Buggles ~[/B] Nice work Stu, just waiting on Newt's/Bear's Citadel saga, can't wait to hear/see it. [B]Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not reflect the official policy or position of the DM.[/B] [/QUOTE]
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