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Post by Arogash the Unforgiven on Mar 15, 2017 2:34:53 GMT
GREAT EASTERN FOREST The earthquake had been a brutal one, and oddly localized. Now a deep crevice split the forest. A few of the local halflings had lowered rope ladders to poke around at the ruins that protruded from the sides of the new canyon. The ladders and the ruins remained; the halflings did not. One of them was the beloved but adventuresome daughter of a local mayor, who'd appealed to a woodland wizard, a blind old man who tended birds. Those birds had carried a plea far and wide. Come save the innocents, if you can resist the song. *** LOCATIONS
North Ruin The crevice has unearthed a complicated ruin from long before the Empire. A song of enchanted sleep wafts up out of the earth. Perhaps some of the halflings made it inside before the song overcame them, or perhaps they fell into the depths of the new canyon. Points of note: - The Harp of Oblivion, played by a faded ghost so old it has forgotten its own name and species.
- A treasure trove of scrolls and maps in an unknown tongue, written on thin gold.
South Ruin Half a mile away, and shallower than the North Ruin, is a pre-Empire complex that has seen frequent use in recent years. It shows signs of hasty evacuation.Points of note:- A necromancer residence, a cave full of cots and ritual components and pieces of tombs; there may be some leftover necromancers here.
- A smuggling tunnel, half-collapsed and choked with barrels and crates of valuables.
- Twenty skeletons standing quietly around a dead Elf, waiting for someone to claim his bloody amulet and command them.
West Tower West of the crevice, the earthquake shook loose dirt from an old but intact tower, overlooking a local road. A feral unicorn was hibernating inside the tower. Now several halflings have been impaled, and the Mayor needs the problem resolved almost as much as he wants his daughter back.
***OOC/ I have no intention of DMing this thread unless necessary; it is simply an opportunity.
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Post by Myles Brantley on Mar 15, 2017 5:13:31 GMT
"We aren't really going to kill a unicorn, are we Myles?"
Myles' lips thinned into a grimace. Sore from three days in the saddle, he couldn't tell whether he truly detested the thought of putting a lance through the fabled equine enough to not bring about a swift end to this hunt. "I would rather not, Henry, but the beast killed four people."
"Halflings," said yeoman Fletcher. "It killed halflings, Sir Brantley."
The knight pursed his lips and urged his mount to a canter, pulling ahead of the other two riders.
Ahead, a tower o'erhung the road.
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Post by Paku on Mar 16, 2017 8:30:15 GMT
The old mask floated in the leaves of the trees, watching cautiously, wearing the beard of an old man upon a stoic, wrinkled face. Gossip had said many things of thieves and travellers being trapped. And frankly, on the southern edge of this cavern, something was afoot. There had been more than average number of disappearances, and not the kind you'd attribute to bandits--bandits would leave bodies behind.
Only a few kind of people would take the bodies with them. None of them savory types. So, the bandit-turned-enchanted mask did what he had done best--skulked around, waiting to see if someone would meet a similar fate. He had been following a merchant, saddled astride a pony, laden with a cart full of baubles, mostly trade goods--furs especially. He smiled weakly. This fool would likely be beset by whomever or whatever was taking these people--he merely needed to wait for his opportunity. After all, what woudl be a better test of valor than to witness some true theft at hand?
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