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<blockquote data-quote="WarEagleMage" data-source="post: 5649274" data-attributes="member: 47882"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The party outfitted themselves at the Goosen’n’Gander, and the helpful owner, a gnome by the name of Brickasnurd Hildrinsocks, set them on their way towards the Lumber Consortium camp north of town. He told them to seek out a friend of his, Milom Rhoddam, one of the most experienced woodsmen in Darkmoon Vale. If anyone knew the whereabouts of the oldest tree in the forest, he would.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The journey was easy along the well-traveled lumber road, and they arrived at the camp just in time for dinner. The Lumber Consortium camp cut an ugly scar of stumps into a dense stand of proud darkwood trees. Five sturdy log buildings – a bunkhouse, mess hall, office, barn, and smithy – stood with numerous wide carts and sleds amid the sawdust covered clearing. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">A group of burly lumberjacks crossed the road, and one barrel-chested man with a bright red beard challenged the party, “What’s yer bidness here, young’uns?”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Jorge, bared his tusks, but Gorb quickly intervened, and flashed his easy smile. “We’re here to see Milom Rhoddam. Can you point us in the right direction?”</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The big man looked at them suspiciously, then jerked his thumb in the direction of the mess hall. “He’s eatin’. Git yerself a bite while yer here.” With that, the loggers continued on their way.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The mess hall was surprisingly clean, and the food was hot and hearty. The cook pointed out a serious-looking man eating by himself. “Tha’s yer man, there.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The group walked over and again Gorb did the talking. “Milom Rhoddam?” The man nodded, and motioned for them to sit down.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“We heard that you might be able to help us out,” continued the sorcerer. “My ranger friend here is looking for the oldest tree in this great forest.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Milom sopped his plate with a thick slice of black bread, and said, “You can miss it. Thing’s huge. Head directly northwest from here through the forest – no roads in there – and you’ll run smack into it.” He took a long pull from his mug and said, “How’re things in town? Last I heard, people were getting sick. My brother’s boy is coming down with it. He got word yesterday and he’s pretty tore up about it.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Actually, we’re looking for some ingredients for a cure,” Father Fortis offered. “Elderwood moss is just one thing. We are also looking for some forest witch, and ironbloom mushrooms from the dwarven ruins.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The woodsman thought for a minute, and then asked for a scrap of paper. “Let me draw you a map. It’s not perfect, but it’ll get you near enough. The witches hut is pretty creepy. All the loggers stay well clear of it. We don’t log near the mountains on account of all the critters up there, but I know about where the ruins are.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The group thanked Milom for the map. Fortis said, “Hopefully we can find Laurel what she needs to make the cure, for your nephew and all the rest.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“I hope so,” the woodsman said. “It’s late. We have a couple of empty bunks, so you can sleep here tonight and set out first thing in the morning.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The day dawned wet and cool as the party set out into the forest. Kendall was a skilled tracker, and with the help of Milom’s map, she guided them unerringly northwest, finding several game trails to make travel faster in the dense forest. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">After several hours, Kendall stopped short, “Did you hear that?”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The others halted and strained their ears. Then they heard the noise. It sounded like a dog whimpering.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Careful,” whispered Kendall, as she moved toward the sound. The others followed behind as quietly as possible. Up ahead, the trail opened into a small clearing. The whimpering grew louder. Not far from the edge of the clearing, a fox with large ears and bright orange fur lay bleeding, its hindquarters caught in the jaws of a crude iron trap. Kendall said to the others, “That’s a firefoot fennec. They are unique to these woods. Notice the extra large ears. They are supposed to be very smart animals, and symbols of good fortune.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Well, that one wasn’t so fortunate, was he?” chuckled Jorge.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The others glared at him, and the half orc just shrugged. “So, are they good eatin’?”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“You brutish…” Kendall’s curse was cut off as a black arrow whizzed past her ear.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Jorge quickly pushed her back and raised his shield to defend the party.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Before any of them could react, two oversized rats came bounding out of the underbrush and immediately attacked the half orc fighter. One ran solidly into Jorge’s heavy shield, and the other snapped viciously at his legs.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Megan thought she saw a movement in the woods up ahead, and quickly slipped into the woods to circle around behind whoever was shooting at them. She moved with a fluid grace, weaving soundlessly through the trees with murder on her mind.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Gorb was surprised by the sudden attack, and he was blocked by the others along the trail. Still, he could see the rats, and that was all he needed. Speaking the language of the fire elementals from whose eldritch heritage he drew his power, Gorb pointed at the rats and a pure white missile of force magic hit its target. The bolt knocked the rat over and down with hardly a sound.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Another black arrow came from the darkness of the woods, and thunked into Jorge’s shield. As he was momentarily distracted, the surviving rat darted forward and bit the back of the half orc’s leg. Jorge managed to swing wildly with his sword, but only nicked the crazed animal.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">As Megan moved, she was watching for another arrow so that she could pinpoint her quarry. When the second arrow hit Jorge’s shield, she was ready. There. Twenty feet in front of her, a hobgoblin with a bow was in the process of cursing and reloading. He was watching the group on the trail, and didn’t notice the freckled rogue sneaking up behind him until her rapier pierced his black heart. Grung Knifetongue, scourge of Darkmoon Vale wouldn’t notice anything ever again. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The last rat fell under Jorge’s blows, but already the fighter wasn’t feeling so well.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Did it get you, son?” Asked Father Fortis. He quickly knelt to look at the wound. “This is not good, not good at all.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Why? And why do I feel sick?” asked the half orc. He was looking a paler shade of greenish than usual.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Looks like filth fever,” said Fortis. “It’ll make you weak for a day or two, but you’re pretty tough. A little rest will do you good.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">“Too bad we don’t have time to rest,” said Kendall. “Those sick people in the town are counting on us.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Jorge spit on his hand and wiped it on the shallow, festering wound. “I’ll be fine,” he said with a toothy grin.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">Megan strolled casually out of the woods, dragging the dead hobgoblin behind her. “Got him.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"><span style="color: white">The others clapped and cheered, and an astute observer might just have noticed a faint blush behind her freckles.</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="WarEagleMage, post: 5649274, member: 47882"] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The party outfitted themselves at the Goosen’n’Gander, and the helpful owner, a gnome by the name of Brickasnurd Hildrinsocks, set them on their way towards the Lumber Consortium camp north of town. He told them to seek out a friend of his, Milom Rhoddam, one of the most experienced woodsmen in Darkmoon Vale. If anyone knew the whereabouts of the oldest tree in the forest, he would.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The journey was easy along the well-traveled lumber road, and they arrived at the camp just in time for dinner. The Lumber Consortium camp cut an ugly scar of stumps into a dense stand of proud darkwood trees. Five sturdy log buildings – a bunkhouse, mess hall, office, barn, and smithy – stood with numerous wide carts and sleds amid the sawdust covered clearing. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]A group of burly lumberjacks crossed the road, and one barrel-chested man with a bright red beard challenged the party, “What’s yer bidness here, young’uns?”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Jorge, bared his tusks, but Gorb quickly intervened, and flashed his easy smile. “We’re here to see Milom Rhoddam. Can you point us in the right direction?”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The big man looked at them suspiciously, then jerked his thumb in the direction of the mess hall. “He’s eatin’. Git yerself a bite while yer here.” With that, the loggers continued on their way.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The mess hall was surprisingly clean, and the food was hot and hearty. The cook pointed out a serious-looking man eating by himself. “Tha’s yer man, there.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The group walked over and again Gorb did the talking. “Milom Rhoddam?” The man nodded, and motioned for them to sit down.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“We heard that you might be able to help us out,” continued the sorcerer. “My ranger friend here is looking for the oldest tree in this great forest.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Milom sopped his plate with a thick slice of black bread, and said, “You can miss it. Thing’s huge. Head directly northwest from here through the forest – no roads in there – and you’ll run smack into it.” He took a long pull from his mug and said, “How’re things in town? Last I heard, people were getting sick. My brother’s boy is coming down with it. He got word yesterday and he’s pretty tore up about it.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Actually, we’re looking for some ingredients for a cure,” Father Fortis offered. “Elderwood moss is just one thing. We are also looking for some forest witch, and ironbloom mushrooms from the dwarven ruins.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The woodsman thought for a minute, and then asked for a scrap of paper. “Let me draw you a map. It’s not perfect, but it’ll get you near enough. The witches hut is pretty creepy. All the loggers stay well clear of it. We don’t log near the mountains on account of all the critters up there, but I know about where the ruins are.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The group thanked Milom for the map. Fortis said, “Hopefully we can find Laurel what she needs to make the cure, for your nephew and all the rest.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“I hope so,” the woodsman said. “It’s late. We have a couple of empty bunks, so you can sleep here tonight and set out first thing in the morning.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The day dawned wet and cool as the party set out into the forest. Kendall was a skilled tracker, and with the help of Milom’s map, she guided them unerringly northwest, finding several game trails to make travel faster in the dense forest. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]After several hours, Kendall stopped short, “Did you hear that?”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The others halted and strained their ears. Then they heard the noise. It sounded like a dog whimpering.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Careful,” whispered Kendall, as she moved toward the sound. The others followed behind as quietly as possible. Up ahead, the trail opened into a small clearing. The whimpering grew louder. Not far from the edge of the clearing, a fox with large ears and bright orange fur lay bleeding, its hindquarters caught in the jaws of a crude iron trap. Kendall said to the others, “That’s a firefoot fennec. They are unique to these woods. Notice the extra large ears. They are supposed to be very smart animals, and symbols of good fortune.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Well, that one wasn’t so fortunate, was he?” chuckled Jorge.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The others glared at him, and the half orc just shrugged. “So, are they good eatin’?”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“You brutish…” Kendall’s curse was cut off as a black arrow whizzed past her ear.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Jorge quickly pushed her back and raised his shield to defend the party.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Before any of them could react, two oversized rats came bounding out of the underbrush and immediately attacked the half orc fighter. One ran solidly into Jorge’s heavy shield, and the other snapped viciously at his legs.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Megan thought she saw a movement in the woods up ahead, and quickly slipped into the woods to circle around behind whoever was shooting at them. She moved with a fluid grace, weaving soundlessly through the trees with murder on her mind.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Gorb was surprised by the sudden attack, and he was blocked by the others along the trail. Still, he could see the rats, and that was all he needed. Speaking the language of the fire elementals from whose eldritch heritage he drew his power, Gorb pointed at the rats and a pure white missile of force magic hit its target. The bolt knocked the rat over and down with hardly a sound.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Another black arrow came from the darkness of the woods, and thunked into Jorge’s shield. As he was momentarily distracted, the surviving rat darted forward and bit the back of the half orc’s leg. Jorge managed to swing wildly with his sword, but only nicked the crazed animal.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]As Megan moved, she was watching for another arrow so that she could pinpoint her quarry. When the second arrow hit Jorge’s shield, she was ready. There. Twenty feet in front of her, a hobgoblin with a bow was in the process of cursing and reloading. He was watching the group on the trail, and didn’t notice the freckled rogue sneaking up behind him until her rapier pierced his black heart. Grung Knifetongue, scourge of Darkmoon Vale wouldn’t notice anything ever again. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The last rat fell under Jorge’s blows, but already the fighter wasn’t feeling so well.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Did it get you, son?” Asked Father Fortis. He quickly knelt to look at the wound. “This is not good, not good at all.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Why? And why do I feel sick?” asked the half orc. He was looking a paler shade of greenish than usual.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Looks like filth fever,” said Fortis. “It’ll make you weak for a day or two, but you’re pretty tough. A little rest will do you good.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]“Too bad we don’t have time to rest,” said Kendall. “Those sick people in the town are counting on us.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Jorge spit on his hand and wiped it on the shallow, festering wound. “I’ll be fine,” he said with a toothy grin.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]Megan strolled casually out of the woods, dragging the dead hobgoblin behind her. “Got him.”[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][COLOR=white]The others clapped and cheered, and an astute observer might just have noticed a faint blush behind her freckles.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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