Re: LFG: [2M] School's in for Summer (6/23/2020 at 23:00 GMT)
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 3:59 am
Journal Entry:
My journey once again brings me together with Therbis and Vralino. This time I get to meet one of Therbis's rock brothers: Oria. A hunter named Hawza rounded out our group.
We received a cryptic missive requesting our presence in Clear Creek for a “confidential issue of great import to Strorbrout Cragbringer.”
Clear Creek was an uneventful three day journey. Upon arrival, we were informed that Strorbrout was not around. We instead met with Darrelon Highpeaks. She seemed rather busy with her work rebuilding the shrine to Chorrolis and was rather short with us. From my vantage point at the door, I recognized the parchment on her desk to be blueprints. Unfortunately I could not see what they blueprints were for from my location.
Upon Strorbrout’s return, he informed us of a tribe led by an ogre of the name of Gvarn. This tribe had found a mine of True Earth. From the samples Gvarn’s tribe brought, Strorbrout discovered that veins of silver also ran through the mine. Strorbrout’s interest piqued, he inquired to the location of the mine but was rejected. Attempts made to track the tribe to the location of the mine have likewise failed.
The status has remained the same until now. Gvarn has offered to divulge the location of the mine for help retrieving an item he requires. It seems the item is in a treacherous location that necessitates a group of adventurers to protect his tribesman.
Gvarn tasked us with helping a young dwarf by the name of Sharim “gather wood.” It can’t be this easy.
We trek for four days, avoiding settlements along the way. On the fourth day we enter a forest and are ambushed by Troajin. I must say they are quite the nimble little creatures. Our party repelled the ambush, but not before taking significant damage.
Five more days in the woods. We were ambushed by large wooden mantises. Any fellow adventurers who would venture into these woods would do well to carry antidotes to poison. Sharim disappeared during the fight only to return carrying some glowing wood… and some wooden mantises as large as myself in tow. These “mantis” seemed fearful to cross the river, thankfully.
Our trip back was thankfully uneventful. Gvarn practically beamed upon our return. We shortly took our leave of Gvarn, in part due to our dwindling food reserves. We may have starved to death without our Elementalist’s woodland knowledge.
Strorbrout wished to celebrate our return. His mirth doubled after Gvarn paid a visit. I assume Strorbrout received the information he so desperately wanted.
With our adventure out of the way, I set to a new interest that had planted itself in my brain. I wished to know more about Darrelon’s blueprints. A glance at the shrine told me Darrelon was a master engineer. I hoped to learn some metalworking techniques to further my own abilities. This of course came at the cost of helping in the construction myself, a task I found surprisingly engaging. Her vision was not just of a building. She wished to build a community.
Upon the third day of helping Darrelon, I noticed her wearing the symbol of Upandal. His ideals have always struck a chord with me. Perhaps this is fate. I must enquire furth with Darrelon.
My journey once again brings me together with Therbis and Vralino. This time I get to meet one of Therbis's rock brothers: Oria. A hunter named Hawza rounded out our group.
We received a cryptic missive requesting our presence in Clear Creek for a “confidential issue of great import to Strorbrout Cragbringer.”
Clear Creek was an uneventful three day journey. Upon arrival, we were informed that Strorbrout was not around. We instead met with Darrelon Highpeaks. She seemed rather busy with her work rebuilding the shrine to Chorrolis and was rather short with us. From my vantage point at the door, I recognized the parchment on her desk to be blueprints. Unfortunately I could not see what they blueprints were for from my location.
Upon Strorbrout’s return, he informed us of a tribe led by an ogre of the name of Gvarn. This tribe had found a mine of True Earth. From the samples Gvarn’s tribe brought, Strorbrout discovered that veins of silver also ran through the mine. Strorbrout’s interest piqued, he inquired to the location of the mine but was rejected. Attempts made to track the tribe to the location of the mine have likewise failed.
The status has remained the same until now. Gvarn has offered to divulge the location of the mine for help retrieving an item he requires. It seems the item is in a treacherous location that necessitates a group of adventurers to protect his tribesman.
Gvarn tasked us with helping a young dwarf by the name of Sharim “gather wood.” It can’t be this easy.
We trek for four days, avoiding settlements along the way. On the fourth day we enter a forest and are ambushed by Troajin. I must say they are quite the nimble little creatures. Our party repelled the ambush, but not before taking significant damage.
Five more days in the woods. We were ambushed by large wooden mantises. Any fellow adventurers who would venture into these woods would do well to carry antidotes to poison. Sharim disappeared during the fight only to return carrying some glowing wood… and some wooden mantises as large as myself in tow. These “mantis” seemed fearful to cross the river, thankfully.
Our trip back was thankfully uneventful. Gvarn practically beamed upon our return. We shortly took our leave of Gvarn, in part due to our dwindling food reserves. We may have starved to death without our Elementalist’s woodland knowledge.
Strorbrout wished to celebrate our return. His mirth doubled after Gvarn paid a visit. I assume Strorbrout received the information he so desperately wanted.
With our adventure out of the way, I set to a new interest that had planted itself in my brain. I wished to know more about Darrelon’s blueprints. A glance at the shrine told me Darrelon was a master engineer. I hoped to learn some metalworking techniques to further my own abilities. This of course came at the cost of helping in the construction myself, a task I found surprisingly engaging. Her vision was not just of a building. She wished to build a community.
Upon the third day of helping Darrelon, I noticed her wearing the symbol of Upandal. His ideals have always struck a chord with me. Perhaps this is fate. I must enquire furth with Darrelon.