by rawq eldrid (Doug S.) ss 20-23
Rawq is pleasantly distracted as he unwraps the remains of a large alligator on Hurlee’s cutting board table. Large pieces of meat, three swatches of back-hide and three-quarters of the creature’s thick tail fall before the stunned care-taker of the Black River Island Tavern. “What do ya think about this catch, Hurlee?” Rawq smiles and continues, “The best part is how my friends and I ended up with this heap of flesh!”
“As we headed out into the bayou on Day 21, all seemed calm in the wild lands. However, the approach to trailhead marker of The Shield revealed a large group of bullywugs, their giant frog familiars and what appeared to be a shaman of their kin. Suddenly, the mystic shaman bullywug cast some sort of cloud or mist magicks that concealed the entire group of frog-folk and we darted to the riverbank to prepare for an attack.
To our surprise, all of the creatures retreated to the north without one hint of aggression. They may have hear tale of Udoroth and I routing their kin a few days earlier and ran off…but I am not so sure that to be true.
by udoroth Thammilidaar (kelsey w.) 14-18 ss
Black River Island & The Bayou
The last four days proved to be little help as I prepared for my next journey into the bayou. No one on Black River Island seems to know anything about bullywugs or their purpose at Fort Providence. Even the Warden, who knows more languages than almost everyone I have ever met, can’t teach me one word in the bullywug language.
There has to be a way…
More visitors arrived today, some of which looked suitable for the challenges I hoped to tackle the upcoming morning.
Wait - who is that? That male elf looks awfully familiar, white hair, almost like…did Eilis mention having a brother?
I confidently introduced myself to Ayten Gilrin when I saw him in the tavern, and inquired about his relation to Eilis. It turned out I was correct, and he asked me where I could find her. I informed him that Eilis had left on the boat with several others a few days prior, and without hesitation, I offered my condolences for the loss of their sister, Astrid [I had been with Eilis when she received a letter stating that Astrid had been killed]. I instantly knew that this was new information for Ayten.
Shit. Now how am I supposed to ask him to join me in the bayou?
Before I could come up with my next words, a dwarf in leather who I would almost describe as lanky for his kind turned up next to me, and took Ayten’s hands in what looked like a peace offering.
Monks….this monk. Swiftwater?
by Rawq Elrid (Doug s.) 14-19 SS
An uncommonly relaxed, mild-mannered dwarf sits near the fire hearth of the Black River Island Tavern. Two patrons notice blood stains spotting through the dwarf’s light robes and sit down to inquire about the source of his wounds. He looks up casually at the pair of young adventures and reviews the course of the last five days.
“…the big water may look like rolling hills, but definitely do not feel like them on a long journey. The heat and humidity on this island are difficult to adjust to, unless you’re a dwarf, of course. The bigger concern in this settlement is a lack of solid structures. Nothing beats comfort of a stone building, especially to defend against the heavy weather and all the foul beast that can emerge from the dark waters surrounding this village. Stone walls are also a must…and I am planning to rectify that situation once I get my callused hands on some granite slabs from the Hills. It’s just not right to build homes and businesses completely from twigs and branches. I want to apply my stone-craft to help Dougal Ainsley fortify his tower and the community he has worked so hard to develop.”
“Oh! You want to hear about my flesh wound. Well, now…that is a more enlightening tale. Being surrounded by water nearly every step of our journey through the Black River marshlands was unsettling enough, but the constant buzzing and chirping and croaking of the wildlife plus the dense vegetation took some getting used to. I took comfort in my elven companions who appeared quite at home in this teaming environment.”
The journal entries here are provided by the active player characters participating in the Detroit Marches.
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