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(YBA) Moth in Red Star Valley
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“Hmm.” Moth ponders the situation for a time, then backs away from the door. “I have done what I came to do; I have discovered the fate of the monks. Best that I return to the village to fulfill my vow before I meet the same end.”
Retracing his steps, Moth returns to the small village outside Red Star Valley. There he meets with the village elders. “Venerable ones,” he says respectfully, “the lizard monks of the valley have been struck down by the forces of Hell. Corpses lie strewn about the monastery like fallen leaves. I battled a giant spider, the walking dead, and even a demon of the least and most insignificant sort, and even so I barely escaped with my life. The only living monk I encountered was enslaved to the demons body and soul, and only death freed its spirit. I fear that the monks will trade with you no more, and further, that whatever demonic forces move within the temple may come forth to plague this village as well.
“But there is hope. The goblins of the valley have also traded peacefully with the monks, and as they too are in danger, I am sure that they will co-operate with you in doing battle with the evil in the temple. And while I lack the strength to defeat the evil, I shall go forth and seek out the ancient masters, and petition them to send mighty heroes to cleanse the valley of demons and ensure that the people of this village may once more live in safety and without fear.”
Moth bows deeply before the elders. “I regret that I can do no more,” he says. “Farewell, and may the Fortunes smile upon you and those you love.”
Once he departs the presence of the elders, Moth shoulders his pack and departs the village with a heavy heart. But he is cheerful by nature, and as the hours pass along his journey, he begins to sing with the joy of the open road ever unfolding beneath his wandering feet.
Retracing his steps, Moth returns to the small village outside Red Star Valley. There he meets with the village elders. “Venerable ones,” he says respectfully, “the lizard monks of the valley have been struck down by the forces of Hell. Corpses lie strewn about the monastery like fallen leaves. I battled a giant spider, the walking dead, and even a demon of the least and most insignificant sort, and even so I barely escaped with my life. The only living monk I encountered was enslaved to the demons body and soul, and only death freed its spirit. I fear that the monks will trade with you no more, and further, that whatever demonic forces move within the temple may come forth to plague this village as well.
“But there is hope. The goblins of the valley have also traded peacefully with the monks, and as they too are in danger, I am sure that they will co-operate with you in doing battle with the evil in the temple. And while I lack the strength to defeat the evil, I shall go forth and seek out the ancient masters, and petition them to send mighty heroes to cleanse the valley of demons and ensure that the people of this village may once more live in safety and without fear.”
Moth bows deeply before the elders. “I regret that I can do no more,” he says. “Farewell, and may the Fortunes smile upon you and those you love.”
Once he departs the presence of the elders, Moth shoulders his pack and departs the village with a heavy heart. But he is cheerful by nature, and as the hours pass along his journey, he begins to sing with the joy of the open road ever unfolding beneath his wandering feet.
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