10/16/2017 0 Comments Diplomatic mission with the bullywugs results in a chance meeting with a firbolgby Shaena Toscobble (lisa s.) 5 hs 1aeTL;DR: A diplomatic mission to parlay with the Bullywugs results in a chance meeting with a Firbolg instead 5 HighSpring, 1 A.E. In the days following the Sahaugin attack on Black River Island, I came to know two new adventurers. I had met Aredhel, a Drow cleric of Set, back on Sanctus. At the time she had been considering the musical arts. The habit does not seem to have taken hold. I also had the pleasure to meet Herald Theobald Peacekeeper, a cultural preservationist and storyteller from Sanctus. We met at the Black River Tavern together with Glin, the gnome conjurer, to discuss our mutual concern over the Bullywug assaults on the adventurers. Aredhel told of a raid of the nearby Fort Providence, which she had participated in. The fort seems to be a gathering point for the local savage beings. Theobald, too, had been ambushed a week ago. Given his proclivity for diplomacy, the ambassador was able to communicate with one Bullywug by the name of Pulg. He sent Pulg back to his leader, Bullup, with a message of peace.
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10/16/2017 0 Comments peaceful parlay with the bullywugs?by glin ybendawien Droat (Kep A.) 5-7 hsTL;DR: 7th of Highspring: Glin returns to the Black River Tavern with Theobold, Shaena, and Aredhel. Could not find bullywugs. Met Furbolg and arranged meeting. Our canoes were deliberately smashed. Two days earlier 5th of Highspring In preparation for a hopefully peaceful parlay with the local bullywugs, and with the knowledge of their attraction to shiny or valuable objects, Shaena had the clever notion to decorate a colorful scarf with copper coins. I don't know if it will be appealing to humanoid amphibians, but the only costs are a scarf and the equivalent of one gold piece. 6th of Highspring After a few hours of paddling, we pulled the canoes ashore and for the remainder of the day trekked through the grass and muck in search of the bullywugs. On our way we sighted a large bird, a crane. It was not just large, but unbelievably massive. It could have stomped on me with one talon and not even noticed. Later that night during my watch, I heard a sound that could have been a large bird from the south. Perhaps it was that giant crane. 9/22/2017 0 Comments back from the brinkby SHAENA TOSSCOBBLE (lisa s.) 19-22 SS19 Springswell, 1 A.E. I’ve been cooped up at the Black River Tavern for over a week. I had watched adventurers come in and go out, but no one seemed to need a perky halfling among their party. And so, I practiced my trade, learning a few new tricks along the way. One evening, the innkeeper Hurlee took me aside and rewarded my day’s work with some of her own private reserve Helles. It seems she is quite the brewer. The ale was certainly a step above anything coming from the Albannic region these days. On another day, I was commiserating with Feinthald about the trials of being a bard. He’s really not so bad a man if you can overlook his blatant lack of talent and overstated self-importance. He told me of a story he learned from a mad halfling named Pascale. Pascale told of a portal the Feywilde plane to the north in the marshes of the Black River region. It opened only during high summer. From the way he described Pascale, I question the truth of this rumor. But it was enough to bring Feinthald to this backwater tavern in the hopes of finding adventurers who would take him to the portal when the season was right. I wasn’t the only one spending time in the Tavern though. Along the way I met Liam Buckham, another half-elf of Diwata heritage. He is known as a researcher on control of magical arts. Something about him reminds me of a tale I once heard of a young child whose soul was sold to a demon. Over time, he lost control of the power within him, killing his parents. Could this be that child? I can’t help but worry what will happen when he is called on to cast spells in the field. I also met a stout halfling, clad head to heal in heavy armor and bristling with weapons. He has a reputation among the fishermen and ship crew for slaying a pirate captain. 9/20/2017 0 Comments into the swampby shaena tosscobble (lisa. s) 1-9 ss1 Springswell 1 A.E. And so, I embarked upon my exploration. My friend Lindir invited me to join him in heading up the Black River helping another elf Tharrus find wood to harvest for Sanctus. They brought with them a rather mousy young gnome named Glin. Knowing we were headed to a bayou full of bugs, I stocked up Diwata-crafted mesh hoods, and took to the ship. 7 Springswell 1 A.E. After a week at sea, we arrived at Black River Island. I worried for Lindir. His memories of this swamp put him on edge. I tried to use my songs to calm him, but I didn't know if it would be enough once we were deep into the marshes. When we disembarked, we were greeted by Dougal Ainsley, a big, greasy human, who seems to run the tiny island outpost. The ramshackle camptown stood among the reeds and rot-soaked trees on a small island at the edge of the marsh. The brazier atop the lighthouse burned bright against the coming darkness. A half orc mercenary named Sactonel runs the outfitters where we took on our final provisions. Lindir knew her, and she invited us into the tavern for a drink. The bar was chilly and damp. A single matronly barmaid named Hurlee Lackey scuttled among the tables, bringing ale to the travelers. Sactonel told us that she and her logging crew have faced troubles further up the river to the northeast. Bullywugs have forced her to fight to protect her crew. She has killed 7 since Lindir left for Sanctus. 9/5/2017 0 Comments Lumbering onby glin ybendawien droat (Kep a.) 6-9 ss(8 days before arrival)
I have arrived at the port for my journey to Black River Island. I attempted to get confirmation that I would be allowed on board by presenting a letter written by Boremar explaining the substitution of his presence, but I could not find anyone that would even acknowledge that there was even a passenger manifest, much less that such confirmation from authority was necessary for me to board a ship. All the easier for me without the stress of being possibly denied passage. While settling down for my last night on Sanctus, a young wood elf caught me asking a toad about the weather and we struck up a conversation. Apparently he had traveled with the same caravan as me once or twice and I had forgotten, once again the presence of a solitary gnome is more memorable. Him and his companions will be looking for a new source of lumber and are willing to let me accompany them, at least for a short while, for what help I can offer. 6th of Springswell I’ve been on this ship for 6 days now surrounded by folk of all types. Many adventurers surprisingly eager to charge into the unknown, undoubtedly for at least a few it will be to their doom. Some of my compatriots seem to have confused me for a deckhand and I believe at least one assumed I was a stowaway right before he assured me that my secret was safe with him. I may not look like most of the others on this ship, but I would have guess that more of them could recognise a collage wizard when they saw one. No matter, I’m not here to raise research funds. Sea travel is not kind to my constitution, but I have managed to find a way to read while in a hammock that minimizes the motion of the waves. I was lucky enough to find a tomb with records of an encounter with some natives of the island, the bullywugs. Fascinating creatures, but if I ever have the chance to see one, it is probably a bad day. 7th of Springswell We’ve landed! The new arrivals we greeted by a Dougal Ainsley, a oversized human with a jaded look, but capable enough given the conditions. I spent the remaining hours of the day investigating the settlement and surrounding area. Most of the new arrivals later gathered in galley for food and drink, song and dance. There was even an unexpectedly marvelous performance by a young halfling maden. She was followed by an obviously better known elven bard that gave a… let’s say adequate performance. I’m sure he would have been more impressive if my musical tastes weren’t so recently elevated by the petite savant. |
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